"Darry!!! I missed you sooooo much!" I was crying. I hadn't seen Darry for the longest time. He was biting back sobs, and soon they were racking through both our bodies. "Pony... I am sorry I hit you. I was just so worried about you." So he did care about me. I felt sorry I ever doubted him. Me and Johnny had been gone for more than a week. They must have been worried sick. And I thought I had it rough.
I must have scared him half to death that night. I fell asleep. It was 2 in the morning. They must have been up all night. What would I have done??? I am not sure. I sure wouldn't hit him. Would I? I'm very confused... How much does he really care? He was shedding big manly tears that felt like lava on my shoulder. I had never seen him cry. Not even when mom and dad were killed. Soda was bawling his eyes out, and Darry just stood there, grim, not showing any emotion. But this was frightening. He was BAWLING into my shoulder. Soda was right there, crying too. I wished I had never left. But maybe Darry would be a bit better. I hoped so.
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