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Darry's POV
As if the accident wasn't enough to do, I had to plan a funeral, comfort my brothers, apply for custody, and the hardest one, identify the bodies. A part of me still wished that they were still alive and that they had the wrong Darrel and Laura Curtis.
I told Soda and Pony that I was leaving, but they barely noticed. The both of them are a wreck, sleepless and lifeless. They spent the whole night crying. I got into the truck, my stomach turning in knots.
When I arrived the police officer led me to a back room. They pulled back the sheet and my hopes of it being the wrong parents were shattered.
The sight of my parents mangled bodies made me want to puke. My knees were weak and my stomach turned. They were almost mangled unrecognizable, but I had one way.
As a teenager my mom had tried to dye a strip of her hair a different color and it never came out. That strip in her hair stayed darker than the rest for all those years even after it grew out.
It was there, caked in blood, but the broken strip was there.
"It's them," I choked out, my voice strangled and my eyes locked on their bodies. The police officer clasped me on the back.
"Come on, son, there's nothing you can do now," he told me.
The statement chilled me to the bone. I had always been capable and strong, but my cold and hard exterior was starting to break. I asked where the bathroom is and when I was pointed the way I sprinted.
I locked the stall door and leaned against the wall. Sobs overtook my body as all the news of the past 24-hours hit hard. The accident, college, custody, all of it. The responsibility was suffocating.
Memories flooded through me, like the first time that I could remember that my brothers called me superman. It was after Soda was jumped and Ponyboy commented that I was Soda's superman, a hero and the name stuck. I was anything but strong right now.
"Darry, do you know why your brothers call you Superman?" My dad asked me. I shook my head.
"Because you always protect them. You'll need to watch out for them, they will always be younger than you. Ca you do that?" My father asked me seriously. In my innocent seventh grade mind that meant playing with my younger brothers when I wanted to play football with Paul, who was super-cool because he was thirteen and I was twelve.
"Of course I can," I assured him. He smiled proudly at me.
"I know you will," he told me.
I can do this, I thought. My brothers we're counting on me, because I was Superman.
A/N: That was the longest one-shot for me ever and to me it was full of feels and some brother and parents fluff. :) I love the Curtis family. Please review.