te were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on superiore, in alto of you, unbuttoning your shirt. te had dato up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear te anyways. te were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. te tasted it in his mouth when he tried to baciare you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” te scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and te scream for your boyfriend Soda, o anyone that would hear.
“Darry, put the bottle down.” Soda says to me, gently.
I slowly roll my head on the wall, to face them, tightening my grip on the beer. I was not letting this one go.
“Darry, please.” Ponyboy pleads. I must have been in pretty bad shape. The look on his face was pure worry. I slowly, slowly set the bottle down on the cement floor of the basement. I loosen my grip, finally letting go.
“That’s it.” Soda says. They had already cleared out all the alcohol of the house. This bottle was the last drop of comfort in the house. The house that still smelled like her.