The Outsiders Fan Fiction ❯ Dead One By One ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Darry stood at the front door watching Soda and Pony throw a football around. Was it possible that his brothers would except the fact that he wanted them in a foster home? It wasn't that he didn't love his brothers. They needed a more stable life than what he could give them. The social worker was looking for houses for them mow. Darry just couldn't continue watching them. He wanted to go to school and actually have time for himself. He knew he was being selfish but at the moment he really didn't care. His brothers would have better care where they were going. He just hoped they would be kept together. Even if he couldn't take care of them they should be kept together it was the only way either one would survive. Everything was in the process and he was sure the government would find the boys a home. All Darry had to do was tell the two of them and that would be the hardest. How do you tell your fifteen and thirteen year old brothers you couldn't take care of them anymore” He'd have to tell them soon the social worker was coming in three days and Darry was due to start collage in January. It was already December 20th. Darry knew that this wasn't the best time of the year to tell his brothers but he couldn't wait until after Christmas. He just hoped that his brothers understood why he was doing this. Even if they didn't maybe they would be able to forgive him after a while. He tried to keep them together for the past two years he just couldn't do it any longer. Even if they never forgave him hopefully they would have a better home than anything he could possibly give them.

Darry had told his brothers what was going on. They freaked out, Soda yelled at him and Pony sat on the couch crying. No matter how many times Darry tried to explain things to his brothers neither one seemed to understand. When the social worker showed up Soda ignored her and Pony ran off to his and Soda's room. Soda followed Pony to try and cheer him up. Darry sat om the couch staring at the black screen of the television. The social worker had found a home that would take both of the boys. The couple was in their forties and had been unable o have children of their own and had been fostering children for ten years now. Soda and Pony would be the only two with the couple. They were in the middle class part of town so Soda and Pony wouldn't be in the Greaser/Soc war and could go further in life. Now if only the two of them would understand. Would the tow boys relax in this new home? They would be going in nearly a week. The whole gang knew what was going on by now and they seemed rather disappointed in the fact that Darry couldn't take care of his younger siblings and that he was breaking the gang up.

Christmas came and went without the presents or the joy filled atmosphere. Darry couldn't believe what he had done to his brothers. He had destroyed them in a way even their parents deaths couldn't do. The Curtis brothers spent the rest of the week getting everything together for Soda and Pony to go to the foster home. Pony spent hours begging Darry to allow him to stay. He promised that he wouldn't be in the way. He sobbed as the drove to the home that Soda and Pony would be staying in. They pulled into the driveway of a two story house, the garden was well kept and the grass was freshly mowed. There was a couple waiting on the doorstep.

“You two better behave for these two lovely people. They didn't have to take you in,” Darry stated.

“Yeah, we could've ended up with someone who wanted to get on with their own life,” Pony mocked. Soda got out of the truck and went to get his and Pony's things from the back.

“Mister and Misses Thomas, I'd like to introduce my brothers and myself. I am Darrel Curtis and these two are Sodapop and Ponyboy.”

“It is a pleasure to meet the fine young men who will be staying with my husband and I,” Janet Thomas said. “You should be comfortable in your rooms. And I am Janet and my husband's name is Theodore.”

“Would it be alright if Pony and Soda shared a room? Pony has nightmares of our parents' death and he calms quicker when Soda is in the room with him.” The two young greasers settled into the house rather well. There was a problem a month into as Pony fell into a depression. He wouldn't eat, sleep, talk or move. Janet had decided to contact Darry to see if he could help them with Pony.

“Pony come on you have to get up, you are starting to scare Soda, Janet and Theodore,” Darry said. Pony looked at Darry before opening his mouth.

“And what about you?” Pony rasped.

“What about me? I was called to come over Ponyboy. I have better things to be doing than babysitting you. I have school to go to and work I have to do,” Darry stated angrily.

“So I am just a bother am I? Sorry to have called you here.” Pony walked out of the room and down the hall towards the bathroom. He locked himself inside until Darry left. As soon as Darry had left Theodore came upstairs to try and get Pony out of the bathroom. He had to change direction and unlock the door with the key when he received no answer. He forced the door open as there was something blocking it. When Theodore was able to get in he noticed it was Ponyboy who had been in the way of the door and there was a puddle of blood around his body.

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