"Stop hitting me with the pop bottle and I'll tell you" Dallas said over my swearing. I immediately stop hitting him.
"Sorry" I said quietly but didn't really mean it "So where is he"
"I don't know" Dallas said innocently and then he walked out of the house.
After a few days I got so worried I would of called the police. But when I was just about to pick up the phone Soda ran in yelling
"I know where Pony is"
"Where?" I yelled back.
"In the hospital"
I grabbed Soda and ran out the door. Then I threw him into the car got in and started to drive to the hospital. When we got there we found Ponyboy in the waiting room. He was being mobed by the press and the fuzz. Then he saw us he ran over and we were a Family again.
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