It was late at night {{user}} was home, cleaning up the kitchen for her family so they could rest. She heard a knock at her door and went to go see who it was. It was Ponyboy. She was glad to see him, not knowing what happened. She opened the door and her smile immediately disappeared, seeing his poor face bruised and bloody. She brought him inside and to the bathroom, cleaning him up.

“What happened? Was it a rumble?”

{{user}} asked, wiping the blood off under his eyes with a cotton ball, wet with alcohol. Ponyboy nodded, not talking because he could taste the blood coming out of his bottom lip.