Greasers Chapter Twelve

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I'm so sorry for such a long wait between updates! I've been really busy lately with all of the holidays!! Please enjoy this new addition, and I'll try not to keep ya'll waiting for so long! Thank you for reading!

I woke up in the morning with Soda snoring loudly beside me, and rolled over on to my side, making sure my ass didn't make contact with the bed. I was exhausted from the night before, and wanted to just stay in bed. But I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. I could hear Darry in the shower, and knew he would come to wake Soda and I up soon. I groaned and rolled out of bed.

I walked out of my bedroom and walked into the living room. I plopped down on the couch-careful not to make contact with my ass- and flipped on the TV. I figured I probably shouldn't be using the TV right now, but it couldn't get much worse.

I watched the morning cartoons carelessly as I heard Darry's water shut off. I thought about anything that came to mind, and I realized I hadn't gone at least one day without a spanking this week.

Darry walked out of the bathroom and started to head to the kitchen, but saw me on the couch.

"Well you're up early." He said.

"I couldn't fall back asleep." I responded with a shrug, turning my attention back to the TV.

Darry nodded in an all-knowing way and went to wake up Soda. I heard my older brother groan and roll out of bed. He stepped out of the bedroom and looked at me.

"What the hell were you thinkin' yesterday?" He asked, immediately going for the throat.

"Sodapop, calm down. He's already been dealt with." Darry mediated, but Soda didn't listen.

"No. It's not okay. Ponyboy, what's gotten into you lately? You're actin' like a jackass." He scolded, stepping around Darry. I sniffled, barely even awake and already starting to cry. Soda never yelled at me.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis," Darry scolded with a sharp couple of swats to Soda's ass, "It isn't even 7:30 in the mornin' yet and you're already yellin'. You need to calm down."

Soda jumped and moved out of the way, hanging his head in shame. "'M sorry, Pones. I dunno what got into me." He sighed. I stood up and went over to hug him as he rubbed the sting out of his ass.

"It's okay, Soda." I said gently, squeezing his waist. 

I sat back down on the couch carefully and waited for Darry and Soda to get ready. I was unexcited for another day of chores. Luckily, there would be less today because I wouldn't need to clean the bathroom or do laundry again.

"Be good today, Ponyboy." Darry said with a stern look, and I nodded. "I'll be back to check on you durin' my lunch break. If you ain't doin' what you're s'posed to, I'm gonna whoop you again." I gulped and nodded.

He planted a kiss on top of my head and left. He had left me another chores list on the kitchen table by my breakfast for the list of chores, which was noticeably shorter today. I sighed a sigh of relief, realizing that I would have more free time. But the relief went away as I realized I wouldn't have anything to do since I definitely couldn't call Curly or anyone else but Soda or Darry.

I quickly finished my chores and even greased my hair up before noon. I sighed as I realized I would have nothing to do for the rest of the day. Then, I remembered that Darry would be gone after his lunch break until 5:30 or maybe later, so I schemed a plan to escape this prison cell and go for a little walk after he left.

I sat down on my bed to read, and soon enough I heard Darry's truck pull into the drive way. I waited until he came into my room to check on me.

"Get all your chores done?" He asked, leaning on the door frame.

"Yup!" I responded with a smile.

"Atta boy." He smiled approvingly. "What'd you get all dressed up for? Got plans?"

"No!" I shook my head. "I mean... no. Just wanted to."

Darry gave me a suspicious look, but after getting no response he just told me "Be good for the rest of the day." And left me alone.

I waited until his car was out of the drive way and turned the corner to make my escape.

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