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“Get in the car, or I’ll shoot.”
Pony froze, but that seemed to piss the guy off.
“Get the hell in.” He clicks the gun .
He never moved so quickly in his life, he opened the front door and the guy grabbed his shoulder, causing him to drop his backpack. The car speeds up and he’s pushed to the floor of the car in an awkward position. He can almost see his house and thinks to yell for help, but the gun in the man’s hand is too intimidating, and pony can’t seem to open his mouth. Suddenly he thinks of sodapop, of Darry. What are they going to do when he doesn’t come home soon? Or, as it hits him, he may never go home again. He’s frozen in fear as they keep driving to who knows where. He never thought this would happen to him, ever.
“What’s your name.” The man looks over to him, and pony stutters out his answer,
“P-ponyboy sir” he doesn’t look at the man, but he hears a snort,
“Ponyboy? What kind of fucking name is that?” He snarls, pony just looks ahead with his mouth open, unsure how to respond.
They pull up in front of a garage, and as the car turns off, he pulls pony up and says,
“When we leave, you don’t scream, run, or make any noise. Or else I’ll kill you.”
Boy that made him quiet if he wasn’t before. They get out of the car, and even though he was told not to run, he feels his feet getting ready, his flight response triggering. But the man’s grip on his arm got even tighter, so tight it probably was going to leave a bad bruise. He still doesn’t know if he should run or not.