" I was talking to Johnny and I feel asleep in the lot. I didn't mean to." I said, walking into the bathroom, hopingthat was enough of an explanation, but as always, it was not.
As i close the door, Darry pushes it back open, " you didn't mean to, you forgot, that's what you always say" his voice climbs in volume as he points at me.
" man Darry, lay off him" Soda tries, he does, to calm Darry, but it doesn't always work, Especially now as he turns and starts yelling at Soda. No one yells at Soda, he doesn't deserve that.
" Don't you yell at him!" Within a second, I'm on the floor, with a sharp pain on my left cheek. He's never hit me before, sure he's gotten mad at me, but he's never hit me.
Darry looks at his hand, and then to me in shock. "Pony, I didn't mean to"
Hypocrite
I get up and run out the door and down the street, ignoring the calls of my brothers as I turn the corner to keep running. I can't believe him.