Disclaimer: Kay I've met S.E. Hinton and I know I'm defiantly not her! I don't own the outsiders or the characters in it! What I do own is the character of Mikey, Dallas's Dad, and the Officers.
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Chapter 4: Behind Blue Eyes
"Mikey it's gone, the monsters dead!" I called. The mist was gone, and the floor was restored. Everything looked back to the way it normally would.
Mikey tip toed timidly into the room. His face fell as he looked around the kitchen.
"I killed-" I started to say before the sudden realization came over me like a tidal wave.
The kitchen knife in my hand clanked to the floor. My mother lay dead on the floor, eyes wide in fear, a pool of blood forming underneath her body. Her platinum hair was dyed a crimson red where it laid in the pool.
My knees buckled and I fell to the ground in a heap beside my mother's body. I caressed her head in my hands crying.
"Oh my god, I killed her." My voice was barely audible above my sobs.
Mikey passed out cold in the doorway……
"Mikey!" I sprinted to my best friend's side.
"Glory Mikey, wake up please wake up!" I was patting his cheek with my hand, trying so hard to get his attention.
I was hysterical and shaking, there was no way I would loose my best friend too.
"Why aren't you waking up? Jesus Christ, Mikey Vaughn you better wake your ass up!" I yelled in anguish.
The lock on my front door started jiggling and making noise and before I knew it, it the door was creaking open. Signaling my fathers return from work.
I ran into my room dragging Mikey by the collar.
"Melinda, Dallas I'm home!" The car keys jingled as he placed them on the coffee table.
"What's for din-" His words abruptly stopped.
"Melinda! Melinda! Oh God, what happened?!" I heard his cries from my room, each one slowly ripping me to pieces. The cries stopped, he had picked up the phone to call the ambulance most likely.
'What have I done?' I thought to myself wearily wiping my forehead with my hand.
Mikey groaned from the corner of my room. He was slouched against my wall, his head resting on his shoulder.
I grabbed him by the arms and hugged him.
"Mikey I thought you were dead! Man, you had me worried sick. You're my best buddy, what would I have done without you!" I rambled but was stopped when my father appeared in my doorway.
"Dallas, what did you do." His voice was monotone and soft, but his face showed enough emotion to make up for it.
"What did you do?" He repeated his voice growing stronger.
"What the fuck did you do?!" He yelled at me, tears streaming down his face which was contorted with anger and sadness.
Sirens could be heard from down the street, and before I knew it paramedics and police officers were storming into the house.
One officer with a big moustache tackled me along with the help of another young officer. They pressed my face down into my hard wood floor and pulled my hands behind my back roughly. They placed the heavy handcuffs on my small wrists and it felt out of place. I'm too young to being going to jail, I should be outside playing football with some friends, or trading baseball cards with kids from school, not laying on my bedroom floor with police officers holding me down placing handcuffs on me.
These restraints should be for bad people, rapists, burglars, and murderers. Not a ten year old kid who made a mistake, scratch that I am a murderer and it wasn't just a mistake it was a terrifying event.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the time of interrogation and court. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" The officer with the moustache belted in my ear as I was pressed harder to the floor.
I could barley comprehend what was going on let alone understand the law talk going on. So I just nodded my head and said yes because that was the expected answer.
"Good." Moustache man replied pulling me up off the floor.
I looked around the room Mikey was in a corner his blue eyes wild with fear, he was shaking and as close to tears as I have ever seen him get. My dad was standing next to Mikey his arm around his shoulder, his face was a mask of stone except for the occasional slip of a tear. The young officer was by the doorway was shuffling his feet and looking at the floor. He looked like he felt guilty, for what I would never know. Maybe for having to lock up a ten year old kid who just murdered his mother, or for having a partner who was so heartless as to treat a kid like an animal with no rights.
"Stop day dreaming kid!" He jerked my arm and pushed me out the doorway past the young man, Dad and Mikey.
We had to walk through the kitchen to get to the front door and I almost passed out. My mom, the woman who cared or me since I was born, the one who was there if my stomach hurt, or got me a Band-Aid if I fell and scraped my knee, was being placed on a gurney with a white sheet placed over her body. I closed my eyes tight and bit my lip hoping it was all still a trip, I did this it's all my fault. I opened my eyes but everything was still the same.
Outside my house everyone in the neighborhood had gathered around the grounds, half the people I didn't even know. When I had got onto my front lawn facing everyone about to be placed in the police car, I saw all the people whispering and chatting making up false stories.
Only I would know what really happened that night, only I would know what I had faced, and only I would know that I did it for protection.
I wheeled around before moustache man could stop me, I looked my dad straight in the eye. The blue and red lights illuminated all our faces and showed our tears.
"I didn't mean to. Dad, please believe me." I was crying and collapsed to the ground.
"You're not my son. Dallas would have never done this." He replied coldly.
"You don't understand I didn't mean for this to happen! It was a mistake." I sobbed. "AN HONEST MISTAKE!!!" I yelled.
The officers grabbed me from under my arms and legs and carried me off to the police car. I was thrashing and crying.
"DAD, DAD, PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME. MIKEY, Mikey, do something." I was screaming and my hallow voice echoed through the neighborhood breaking the silence.
I looked in the window at my reflection. My blonde hair was falling across my face and blood was streaked across my porcelain skin. I gave up fighting, maybe I do deserve what's coming to me. And with that the officers shoved me in the car and slammed the door.
The car started driving away, taking me away from everything I had left in the world.
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