Moving to Tulsa still didn't take those bad memories away. Those New York memories, those horrible facts that forced me to move far away.

I never told anyone of these horrible memories; not even the gang. They were like brothers but I could never tell because it was too devastating. Johnnycake was the only one I ever have loved since this event, but I could never tell even him.

I had a sister.

It gets me choked up to even say those four words. Out of the four, the one that emphasizes to me most is 'had'.

Her name was Shelley Winston. She was two years younger than me, and had pretty much the same features as I had. We were very close and did everything together, not like usual brothers and sisters do. It was the best relationship I've ever had with a family member after Mom left. It was when she was 14 (I was 16) when she disappeared.

That cold December morning, I had to wake her up for school. I walked into her bedroom and she wasn't there. I thought she was already up and ready, so I went right downstairs. Dad immediately asked "Where's Shelley?" And that got me terrified.

I remembered her window was open, so maybe she snuck out and went to school without eating breakfast first or something? I had no idea.

I spent all day at school worrying about Shelley and if everything was alright.

When I got home, Dad was freaking out. "Shelley! She's gone!" He was running around everywhere as I just stood there in shock. "What?" I asked, confused. Dad handed me a letter.

Hello Winstons.

We have your daughter. She is perfectly okay, but she will not be if you do not pay us 85,000$ in the next 24 hours. You do not know who we are, nor you will. Leave it in your mailbox and we will pick it up and leave your daughter home.

Signed, Anonymous.

It was written from letters in a magazine. "We don't HAVE that kind of money!" Dad started crying and headed to the garage to calm himself down.

I sat on the couch, in shock. Tears started rolling down my face, faster and faster, until I heard a yelp, then wailing. "SHELLEY!" I heard him yell.

I turned around slowly as Dad walked in with Shelley's bloody body. There was a cloth covering her mouth and her clothes were all stained. I was blinded by my tears, then blinded completely. All I remembered was me hitting the floor hard.

To interrupt my remembering, Buck came in the room without even knocking. "There's these two kids waiting for you at the door." He said. "Who?" I asked, with my tough-guy voice. "Uh, a Pony-something and a Johnny."

I got up immediately and went downstairs. I didn't really care that I didn't have a shirt on. "What do you guys want?" I asked. I sure hoped it was something important. I was having a moment.

"Johnny killed a Soc." Ponyboy said, looking terrified.

Whoa. That caught me off-guard. Johnny of all people? Killing a Soc. "Alright…good for you, let's go." Ponyboy was wet when I grabbed onto his collar.

I still couldn't get over that Johnny of all people killed a Soc.

I led them to the room where I was just laying and talked to them. Giving Pony one of Buck's shirts to stay warm in, I told them to take this train to Windrixville, and to stay in an abandoned church. I was gonna go there as soon as I thought everything was okay.

"Thanks Dal" Ponyboy and Johnny kept on saying to me. When I led them out of Buck's place I was worrying bigtime. Poor kids…