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Chapter two
When I woke up the next morning, I was in a bed. I didn't remember falling asleep there. Do you ever get that? I mean, maybe you fell asleep in the car or on couch and your parents carry you to your bedroom and when you wake up, you're as confused as heck? That happened to me a lot when I was little. I would fall asleep while my father read me a bedtime story and he would carry me to my room. My father, he didn't always used to be mean. When I was little, he was a good guy who just wanted to take care of his little girl. Then when I was around six or seven, he changed. He would yell and scream in my face for everything. Sometimes he would hit me, but only sometimes. I tried to remember the good times when his gentle hands would reach down and grab me when my legs got tired so I could ride on his back. I remember the times when he would kiss me on the cheek and he would tell me he loved me. Sadly, those days are over.
I sat up in the bed and I realized I was in Darry's room. I got out of bed and went into the living room. Darry was already up making breakfast. I looked around expecting to see Johnny. He wasn't there.
" Hey, Kid," Darry said from the kitchen." Are you hungry?"
" No," I said.
" Okay. Tell me if you get hungry."
" Okay."
Soda came loping out, clean and shaven. " Hey, kid," he said.
" Hey."
" Hey, Darry," Soda said. " Did Ponyboy come back?"
" No," Darry paused. " I have the cops out looking for him though."
Just then, I heard a knock on the door.
" Who could that be?" Darry asked as he opened the door. A policeman was standing there.
" Can I come in?" he asked. I looked to Soda to see his eyes wide and tears were starting to stream down his eyes.
" This is what happened when mom and dad died," he whispered to himself.
" There has been a murder," The cop said and Soda let out a little yowl. " We think Ponyboy Curtis and Jonathan Cade might be responsible. Do you know where we can find them?"
Johnny couldn't kill and Ponyboy wouldn't either. I knew they had gotten the wrong boys. They had to of.
" I'm sorry, Officer. I don't know where they are," Darry said, looking rather confused.
" Do you know where I can find Jonathan's parents or any siblings?" the officer asked.
" Yeah," Darry said. " Johnny's parents live over there." Darry went on and gave him the address. " And his sister is over there." He pointed to me.
" Do you know where your brother is?" the officer asked me.
" Johnny went to the Nightly Double last night with Ponyboy and Dallas Winston," I said. " And then Two-bit, Keith Mathews, went to look for them a little while after they left."
" Okay," the officer said as he wrote something down on his notepad. " Where does Keith Mathews live?"
" I know," Darry said and he told the officer Two-bit's address. Then he left. We sat in silence for a little while. I don't think any of us could believe that Johnny could kill a person.
" Johnny couldn't kill," Soda said, speaking everyone's mind.
" I know," I said. " I don't think he did it."
We sat in silence for a few more minutes. Darry went back to the kitchen and Soda started to eat some chocolate cake.
" I think I'm going to go home," I said.
" Okay. Bye, Kid," Darry called from the kitchen.
" Bye."
I opened the door and started the short walk to my house. Like I said, it was a short walk, so what could happen? A lot could.
I heard some footsteps and I turned around. A pack of six or seven socs were behind me. " Run," I thought to myself and I did. I sprinted down the street. I looked behind me and they were running after me.
I wondered why they were chasing me. I knew they wanted to jump me, but usually they didn't jump little kids like me. They usually didn't jump girls at all.
I just ran, but they were faster than me. Two of grabbed my wrists and held me.
" Let go," I said.
" No," they said. " If we let go, you'll just run away."
My eyes grew wide. That was exactly what my father said to me when I tried to run.
" No, I won't," but they wouldn't listen.
" Your brother killed my friend," One of them spat at me. " You're going to pay."
My eyes grew even wider than they already were. I realized they could do anything to me. I was kind of scared. Okay, I was really scared. They were jumping me to get back at Johnny.
" I didn't do anything," I said. They didn't listen to me. One of them took out a switchblade and flung it open. I struggled to get out and I started to scream, but one of them covered my mouth with their hand so no one could hear my stifled scream. I felt a hand go to my face. I looked down. The hand brought my face up.
" Look at me when I'm talking to you," the soc said who was holding my face. Tears slid down my face. I commanded myself not to cry, but the tears came any way.
" Aw the baby's crying," one of them laughed. Anger bubbled up inside me. I fought and I fought to get loose, but let's face it. I'm just a scrawny little kid. I stood no match between these strong guys.
A fist went to my stomach and the wind was knocked out of me. I went limp in the arms of the socs. They had me on the ground. One of them kicked me in the side and it hurt. Another one kicked me. Before I knew it, all seven of the guys were around me, kicking me. These weren't wearing soft moccasins either. No, they were wearing boots.
I let out screams and the tears came. I heard laughter from above where the guys were. I covered my head up with my hands.
I thought surely I would die, but all of a sudden they stopped and ran.
" Yeah, you better run," I heard a voice say. I looked up and I saw Dallas there, chasing the socs away with a switchblade in his hand.
" Kid, is that you?" he asked.
I nodded my head. I tried to get up, but I saw sore. Dally offered me his hand and I took it. He pulled me up.
" Kid, you look awful," Dally laughed.
" Yeah," I said. I was still shaking and tears were coming out of my eyes. I follow Dally back to the Curtis's house. We walked into the house.
" Kid, what happened to you?" Darry asked when he saw me?
" Some socs jumped her," Dally said.
" What?" Darry asked. " Why would they jump such a little kid?"
" Because," I said, " They wanted to get back at Johnny."
I told myself not to cry, but I did anyway. I looked down at my arm. The bruises were already forming and my body was going to be nothing but bruises in a little while.
" Come on, Kid, don't cry," Soda said, but I already was.
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