Chapter 14: Police Department, Open Up
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"Let him come with me, or else I'll kill him!" Darry warned. Soda looked close to panic, but his chocolate brown eyes were blazing.
I felt cool metal on my throat. I knew then that I was going to die. The sick warm feeling of blood trickled down my neck.
"Ponyboy," My name being called was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
Sodapop's POV
"Police Department! Open up!" I wanted to cry in relief, but Darry looked panicked; he was still clutching the blade against Pony's throat. Behind me, the police got impatient and kicked down the door with their guns drawn.
They quickly placed handcuffs on a swearing Darry. My knees went weak and I dropped to Ponyboy's side. One of the cops smiled kindly at me and clasped my shoulder.
"There's an ambulance on the way," he told me reassuringly.
I wasn't sure what to do, but looking at Ponyboy's pale face, with blood leaking out of his throat made me sick.
Suddenly, I was no longer in Kansas, I was in the thick jungle.
It was quiet as I made my way back to base with Max. I was panting from the heat, but that was the only sound for a while.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shots came out of nowhere.
"Max! Shoot," I muttered. Max, who I never liked, got shot next to me. I may have never liked him, but he wasn't dying on my watch.
"Sir? Are you alright? The paramedics are here, you need to move out of the way." My head shot up and I was back in Tulsa. I shakily got to my feet and moved out of the way to allow them to work on my brother.
"You can ride with him in the ambulance," the cop told me.
"We'll need to question you both later," the older, grumpier cop told me. I quickly got into the ambulance and tried to understand what they were saying, but things like this don't make sense to a high school dropout.
Ponyboy's POV
When I was able to force open my eyes I saw Soda, but he was blurry. I blinked a few times to clear my vision.
"Ponyboy, I was so worried," he told me.
"Is it over?" I asked in a faint, groggy whisper.
"It's all over, Pone. They're getting Darry some help, but for now he's in jail. I got custody. I'm even going to some counseling," he told me, and I saw a smile on his face, instantly cheering me up enough to make me smile.
"Good," I whispered. "But how did you get custody? They didn't need to question me?" I asked.
He touched my neck. "That was all the evidence they needed. They questioned me and that's when they suggested I get some counseling, from 'Nam," he told me.
I nodded and then yawned.
"Go to sleep, Pone. I'll be here when you wake up. You're going to be tired for a while."
"Alright," I told him. I didn't want to sleep, but my eyelids were way too heavy.
A/N: Next chapter is the last!
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee