Ponyboy Act 1 Scene 1 Alternate Ending

Scene 1:

Sodapop stretched out on the sofa, sound asleep, while I was in the armchair under the lamp. All of a sudden, I heard the door open softly. I looked up from my paper and stood up on my feet for a second. Ponyboy was standing there, chewing on his fingernail. “Where the heck have you been? Do you know what time it is?” I asked. I was madder than ever before. My hands started to roll up into balls. I looked at him as he shook his head wordlessly. What was he thinking of? I thought to myself. He never uses his brain outside of books. What is wrong with him? Where did he go from? What if he didn’t come back? “Well, it’s two in the morning, kiddo. Another hour and I would have had the police after you. Where were you, Ponyboy?” My voice
I went to sleep in the lot.” What is wrong with him? I wonder if that is true. He could’ve gotten hurt. Why would he ever think of sleeping in the parking lot? “You what?” I shouted, and Sodapop sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Hey, Ponyboy,” he said sleepily, “where ya been?” “I didn’t mean to.” Ponyboy pleaded with me. “I was talking to Johnny and we both dropped off.” Does he not realize how worried I was? I thought. Does he not understand what would happen to Sodapop and him if anything terrible happens to him? I’ve already lost my parents, I can’t lose them, too. They are my responsibility, too. “I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you two thrown in a boys’ home so quick it’d make your head spin. And you were asleep in the lot? Can’t you use your head? You haven’t even got a coat on.” As I keep talking, I can feel the anger rising inside of me. Ponyboy’s face got red, and tears started rushing
“I said I didn’t mean to.” Ponyboy mumbles. That is when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I didn’t mean to!” I shouted. I didn’t think I would! I forgot to say that! That’s all I hear from you! Can’t you think of anything?” “Darry.” Sodapop began. Sodapop better not interfere with it. I thought to myself. This is not his fight. This is between me and Ponyboy. Sodapop can’t keep defending him. Otherwise, Ponyboy will never learn. You keep your trap shut! I’m sick and tired of hearin’ you stick up for him,” I shouted. I looked back at Ponyboy. He looked like a volcano about to explode. “You don’t yell at him!” he hollered at me. I wheeled around and slapped him. I hit him so hard that it knocked him against the door. Suddenly it was deathly quiet. I froze. I had never hit my brother before. Nobody in my family had. Soda’s eyes widened, and he widened. What did I do for the ad? I thought. I swear I never meant for it to happen. I couldn’t control it, either. I should’ve never even thought about hitting him. It wasn’t the right thing to do. I looked at the palm of my hand, where it had turned red, and then looked back at him. All of a sudden, Ponyboy turned and ran out the door. I screamed, “Pony, I didn’t mean to!” What happened was