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Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
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(Brief Recap)
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.
Ponyboy rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Honestly guys can't you," Ponyboy froze as he saw who was at the door. His eyes widen in shock and horror.
"Hello little bitch."
(End Recap)
(General POV)
Wild Dog raised an eyebrow at the young boy in front of him.
"Well," Wild Dog snapped with narrowed eyes, "aren't you going to let me in?"
Wild Dog, seeing Ponyboy flinch fearfully under his gaze caused excitement to flow through his veins. He's always loved having this kind of power over people, the power to influence their emotions and tremble beneath him. The excitement within him doubled due it being someone like Ponyboy, a fragile looking kid that he could break easily.
"N-No t-thanks," Ponyboy managed to stuttered through his nervousness.
Tosh, recognizing the voice, immediately sat up attentively. The puppy rushed to the door right by Ponyboy's side.
The young greaser quickly tried to slam the door shut, but unfortunately he wasn't quick enough. After ensuring the door won't fully close with his foot, Wild Dog easily kicked the door all the way open.
Ponyboy stepped back in shock, Tosh following his every movement, as he was forced backwards by the door suddenly being slammed open.
"Come on little bitch boy," Wild Dog smirked inviting himself in the house locking the door shut, "didn't your ma teach you not to slam doors in people's faces."
"Yes, but she also told me to never let freaks like you in the house to," Ponyboy blurted sharply without thinking. The young greaser was silently cursing himself for his lack control over his mouth but there was nothing he could do about it now.
Once again, Wild Dog found himself becoming amused at the antics of the kid in front of him. It's been a while since he's met someone like Ponyboy who had the nerve to talk smack to his face. It made his mind go to the darker, lustful side of himself.
Wild Dog held up his hands in surrender as he casually strolled past the frightened greaser to sit down on the couch.
"Calm down kid, I just have some questions I want to ask you," Wild Dog promised all the while eyeing the young greaser up and down.
Tosh growled lowly from his throat, not taking his eyes off the hood for a second.
"And if you're a good little bitch," Wild Dog's voice suddenly got deeper as it was laced with lust, "I'll give you a little treat."
Yeah, I bet your treat is real little. Ponyboy had to bite down on his lip in order to stop himself from blurting out more words.
Thinking over the situation, Ponyboy realized he had no choice but to comply with Wild Dog's wishes. He certainly couldn't take this dangerous weapon carrying greaser by himself, his brothers are god knows where, and Curly and Justin should be gone for quite a while.
"Fine," Ponyboy sighed in defeat, "let's talk."
…
"This is stupid," Justin grumbled as he pushed around his and Curly's shopping cart aimlessly down the aisles.
"You think I don't know that," Curly snapped looking extremely irritated as he glared down at the grocery list in his hands, "now shut up and me find this shit."
"Why are we even doing this?" Justin whined ignoring Curly completely, "I've never been grocery shopping before."
"You think I have?" Curly shot back sharply, "I rob stores, not shop in them!"
"Excuse me."
Both boys turned around to see a meek elderly woman behind them. She had a kind smile on her face as she approached them.
Curly narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion.
"It seems like you boys are in need of some help," The elderly woman perceived correctly, "I'm Mrs. Links."
Justin, remembering his manners, introduced himself and Curly (seeing as said hood didn't look he was going to).
"I'm Justin," the young boy stated shaking the Mrs. Links had politely before gesturing to the hood behind him, "and that's Curly."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Mrs. Links chuckled softly, "Can assume that this is your first time at the grocery store?"
"Um, yeah," Justin rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "I don't know about Curly but my parents never took me to do this kind of stuff."
Curly rolled his eyes at the thought of his parents taking him to any store of any kind let alone a grocery store.
"Really?" Mrs. Links eyebrows rose slightly, "you mother never took you to the store when you were younger?"
At the mention of his mother, Justin's eyes trotted downward.
"My mom, um, died during child birth," Justin said softly.
Mrs. Links gasped loudly while Curly raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry," Mrs. Links held the young boy's hand comfortably.
"Yeah," Justin sighed sadly, "my dad took it really hard, maybe a little too hard though."
"I see," Mrs. Links nodded sympathetically.
"Okay, enough with the water works," Curly proclaimed not wanting this trip any more annoying than it is already.
"Let's go kid," Curly started to push Justin into another lane.
"Young man…"
"Old lady we don't need your damn help," Curly denied, "so just back the fuck off."
"What filthy words," Mrs. Links gasped holding her hand to her chest, "young men in my day never used such language."
Curly snorted in amusement.
"That's because back in your day they were busy catching the plague."
Mrs. Links gasped in shock.
Roughly, Justin elbowed Curly in his side causing the hood to derive his attention from the elderly woman back to him.
"What is wrong with you?" Justin hissed angrily, "Why are you trying to start a fight with an old woman in a grocery store?"
"That old lady is up to something," Curly swore determinedly, "She is being way too nice for someone her age"
"What the hell does that mean?" Justin shot back.
Without answer Justin's question, Curly moved over to the old lady.
"Look you old hag, you need to just go on and leave us alone," Curly told her sternly.
As Curly went to grab onto her arm and push her away, Mrs. Links aggressively smacked the hoods hand away with her purse.
"Hey, wait a minute bitch," Mrs. Links cried out angrily.
Both Curly and Justin's eyebrows rose to the ceiling.
Mrs. Links mood changed dramatically. Gone was the kind smile and meek gestures, now she was looking vicious and angry.
"Now, I don't care who you are," Mrs. Links snarled, "but you don't put your hands on me, you don't touch me understand!"
Curly, always one to bounce back fast, smirked tauntingly at the older woman his arms folded at his chest.
"Oh yeah? What are you going do about you old bitch," Curly barked loudly.
Justin was silently wondering if it wasn't too late for him to run.
…
Wild Dog grinned at Ponyboy nastily. Grabbing the young greaser by the arm roughly, he made Ponyboy sit next to him on the couch.
Again Tosh started to growl threateningly at the hood at was roughing up his owner. As he started to approach them though, Ponyboy stopped him.
"Tosh sit next to me," Ponyboy urged the puppy patting his leg. He didn't want Tosh to do anything dangerous. If anything happened to his little puppy because of him, Ponyboy would never forgive himself.
Almost reluctantly, Tosh climbed up on the couch and laid his head on his owners lap staring intently at Wild Dog all the while.
Ponyboy had to hold his breath at the horrible order emitting from the hoods body. He smelled of alcohol, fish, and cigarette smoke. If that wasn't enough, Wild Dog had his hand around Ponyboy's waist gripping so hard that almost felt like he was trying to dig his untrimmed nails into his flesh.
"It's been a while since good old Dallas left hasn't kid?" Wild Dog claimed casually staring off at nothing, "I wonder what that bastards been up to."
Wild Dog looked down at Ponyboy. "You wouldn't be keeping in touch with him would you kid?"
"Not really," Ponyboy lied with a shrug. There was no way Wild Dog could tell if he was lying about this or not.
"No?" Wild Dog's eyebrow rose as he gripped Ponyboy's waist tighter slightly, "you sure about that kid? You seemed to be the type to want to follow his master everywhere and do whatever he tells you to."
Ponyboy himself had to fight off a growl this time. He was getting sick of all the derogatory jokes about himself.
"No I didn't do that," Ponyboy told him with false politeness, "and besides he took off without even telling me. I don't even know where Dally is right now."
Wild Dog rubbed his chin in thought. It looked to Ponyboy that he was either putting a lot of thought into his words or actually considering his own words.
"Shame," Wild Dog shrugged carelessly.
"Are we done?" Ponyboy asked hopefully.
Wild Dog snorted at the young greaser's impatience. Slowly, he started to move his hand down the Ponyboy's shirt making said young boy gasp in shock.
"Just a couple more questions," Wild Dog told him.
"Great," Ponyboy replied sarcastically doing his best to avoid that hand grabbing around his body.
"Dallas didn't happen to tell you anything about my little…business did he?" Wild Dog asked staring into Ponyboy's eyes intently.
Ponyboy shook his head in response, his heart rate picking up. He was starting to get nervous that Wild Dog might actually find out something that he might want to know, something that could lead him into trouble.
"Dally never told me anything," Ponyboy answered, "he was always keeping secrets from me all the time."
"Aw," Wild Dog gave him a mocking sympathetic look which annoyed Ponyboy to no end.
"So Dallas didn't buy you anything to make up for lost booty calls," Ponyboy was biting his tongue in restraint of himself, "like flowers, candy, figurines, chocolate or anything else like that."
Figurines?
Ponyboy's eyes shifted away and his hands started to tremble nervously at the reminder to the animal figurines Dally use to give him. The young greaser hoped Wild Dog couldn't tell how nervous he was at the moment.
Unfortunately, the hood could spot gestures of fear in a heartbeat (mostly because he's made people emit them so much).
"Oh really?" Wild Dog narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Yes," Ponyboy nodded assuredly.
Having had enough of this Ponyboy stood up, ripping Wild Dog's arm off him, and faced the hood on the couch with Tosh standing in between his feet.
"Please can you just leave?" Ponyboy pleaded, "I don't know anything about Dally, your 'business', or any animal figurines so can you please just go?"
Wild Dog stared up at his pitch black eyes burning with an emotion Ponyboy could decipher at the moment.
"What?" Ponyboy asked not feeling comfortable being in this stare.
"How did you know they were animal figurines?" Wild Dog asked quietly his stare never wavering.
Ponyboy's eyes widened in shock. He started to berate himself internally for his stupid little slip up.
"I, um, well I…"
"I don't like to be lied to kid," Wild Dog told him standing up to his full height intimidatingly, "so you better tell me what you know. Where are my drugs?"
"I don't have them," Ponyboy tried to tell him.
With a growl worthy of a Doberman, Wild Dog grabbed Ponyboy by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the wall.
As Ponyboy cried out in pain, Tosh dashed over and bit Wild Dog's leg all the while growling himself.
Almost effortlessly, Wild Dog reached down, grabbed Tosh by his neck and flung him across the room.
Hearing his dogs whimpering as he was thrown, Ponyboy desperately tried to go over and check on his puppy but he was still being held against his will.
"Let me go," Ponyboy grunted struggling with all his might, "I don't have any drugs or know where any drugs are."
Wild Dog smiled at him mockingly.
"Now, why would I listen to you when you've made it clear that I can't trust you?" Wild Dog asked with a shrug.
"You can check my house, look it over from top to bottom and you still won't find any drugs," Ponyboy swore being truthful this time seeing as his brothers and him threw out all of the drugs and figurines.
Wild Dog looked like he was going up said offer.
"No thanks," Wild Dog denied much to Ponyboy's horror.
"What?" Ponyboy shouted.
"You see kid, I'm actually a pretty fair guy," Wild Dog told him, "I actually give people a chance to fix there screw ups before dealing out justice. Besides, business is always slow this time a year so I'm in no hurry."
Ponyboy face had a look of disbelief and dread on it. He couldn't believe what he was hearing at the moment.
"Tell you what kid, today's," Wild Dog looked over at the calendar on the wall, "October 28th. I'm gonna give you until December 1st to give me my drugs."
"But I don't…"
Ponyboy squeaked as Wild Dog moved closer to his face.
"And I don't want to hear any excuses from you," Wild Dog whispered to him, "get me my drugs or you are as good as dead."
Then Wild Dog let Ponyboy go, stepped away from the wall, and walked towards the door.
"December 1st," Wild Dog said one last time before slamming the door shut.
Ponyboy allowed himself to slowly slide from the wall to the floor. Tearfully, he wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.
What am I going to do? Ponyboy wondered helplessly.
…
"Shut the hell up you old hag!"
At this point, you could a large crowd of people circling around them, not having clue as to what all the yelling was about.
Justin, who seemed to be the only person in the store with sense apparently, actually tried to stop this fight from escalating further. Pushing himself and his cart closer to the hood he came here with, Justin tried talking him out of this.
"Curly," Justin hissed, "do you really think this is a smart idea? You're about to fight an old lady in a grocery store."
"Shut up kid," Curly snapped.
"Yeah, piss off," Mrs. Links added.
"Hey, don't you talk to that brat that way," Curly replied defensively for reason unknown to himself.
"Why don't you make," Mrs. Links offered throwing up her hands, "show you how we used to fight back in my day."
"What with rocks and sticks," Curly smirked.
Suddenly, everyone could hear the sound of police cars siren steadily approaching.
"Oh shit," Curly hissed before backing up slowly, "I can't go to jail again."
"Oh shit," Mrs. Links hissed before backing up her cart "I can't go to jail again."
"Come on," Curly urged Justin to run, "we got to get the hell out of here."
"But what about the grocery shopping?" Justin held up the listen for emphasis.
Grunting, Curly grabbed their cart, moved to the nearest shelf, and throwing everything into it.
"Done, now let's go," Curly ordered running in stride to the back door followed by Justin.
"Wait until Ponyboy hears about this," Justin mumbled while trying to keep up with Curly.
…
"Ponyboy…hey, what happened to the little doggie?"
Two-Bit came into the Curtis house to find Ponyboy gently stroking Tosh's fur in comfort. The puppy looked more tired than hurt at the moment.
"He's just had a long day," Ponyboy sighed quietly.
"Oh," Two-Bit took seat beside the two of them on the couch.
"What were you going to say?" Ponyboy asked.
"Huh? Oh, I just heard that two hoods were about to get arrested at the grocery store. It was something about fighting an old lady."
Grocery store?
"Oh god, please don't let it be them," Ponyboy buried his head in hand.
"We're back," Justin proclaimed as he and Curly rolled in their cart.
"Guess what we've been doing," Curly claimed proudly.
Ponyboy sighed and shook his head.
Why me?
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