Chapter 22 (thanks for all the great reviews! Please, keep reviewing!
They're the only motivation I have at this point. Busy, Depressed, and Sad
times at my house, this helps get me away from that, though. Thanks a
ton!)
Two-bit walks quickly over to Kayla and grabs her around the stomach, holding tight. She's starting to understand we're not there for fun and games, and she laughs nervously. "Guys, come on, stop, this isn't even funny!" Her eyes get real wide when I pull out the gun. Slowly, abruptly, I raise it to point to her.
"Pony, come on, Two-bit. Let Me Go!" She starts kicking and twisting and I'm trying to get good aim on her, but she's making it hard and when I shot, I end up hitting Two-bit in the arm. He winces with pain as blood gushes from his arm. He's cursing and trying to keep hold of Kayla, but with little luck.
"Ponyboy, damn it, HIT HER, not ME, and do it NOW!" He's struggling to keep from bleeding to death, holding his arm in his jacket. He's not able to hold Kayla anymore, and she's starting to run off, but she's going really slowly because she can't see strait through the thousands of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Two-bit puts the last of his energy into putting his leg in front of Kayla, and she trips and falls. Now, I've got to shot Now! My eyes are fogging up by this time, and it's hard to aim, but I only have a few crucial moments to shot, or else she'll get up.
She's starting to get to her feet even now. Struggling, fighting. "NOW, PONY, NOW!!!" I can't stall anymore; I have to shot the gun. It's her fault. And she has to pay, this is the only way. I HAVE TO SHOT!
BANG! The force of the bullet causes me to fall back. I hit my head on..something..I can't figure out what...before I get real dizzy and I fall...
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I'm not sure how much time goes by before I wake up again. It couldn't have been too long, because, though my head still hurts, Two-bit doesn't seem in too big of a hurry to get out of there yet. His eyes are real red.
I glance over at where Kayla had been standing. She's down, now. Two- bit's arm is wrapped tightly in about five towels from the bathroom, but they're soaked in dark red blood. I ask weakly if she's dead.
"I think so, buddy. You hit her in the neck, and she fell fast." His voice is shaking, he's shaking. His arm is so badly hurt, and I suggest we get him to a hospital, but he says we can't because the cops are sure to find Kayla soon and they'll put two-and-two together pretty quick. "They may lead boring lives, but they're not stupid." Two-bit tries to paste on a smile, but it's not working for him. I glance at the clock. It's five in the morning. I'm not really here, I tell myself. Really, I'm at home, sleeping. Yeah, and Soda's next to me and Darry's cooking breakfast. Everything's fine, really. Really, I have another shot to make things right.
I want to go back and try it again. Maybe I'd get it right if I could try it all over again. But I can't. What's done is done, and nothing can change it.
Kayla's dead, and nothing can change that.
"We got to get going, Pony. We've got to get out of here, but we'd better clean up first. We'll leave the body and everything, but we need to make sure they don't have any fingerprints or something. Grab one of those rags over there and start wiping."
Two-bit walks quickly over to Kayla and grabs her around the stomach, holding tight. She's starting to understand we're not there for fun and games, and she laughs nervously. "Guys, come on, stop, this isn't even funny!" Her eyes get real wide when I pull out the gun. Slowly, abruptly, I raise it to point to her.
"Pony, come on, Two-bit. Let Me Go!" She starts kicking and twisting and I'm trying to get good aim on her, but she's making it hard and when I shot, I end up hitting Two-bit in the arm. He winces with pain as blood gushes from his arm. He's cursing and trying to keep hold of Kayla, but with little luck.
"Ponyboy, damn it, HIT HER, not ME, and do it NOW!" He's struggling to keep from bleeding to death, holding his arm in his jacket. He's not able to hold Kayla anymore, and she's starting to run off, but she's going really slowly because she can't see strait through the thousands of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Two-bit puts the last of his energy into putting his leg in front of Kayla, and she trips and falls. Now, I've got to shot Now! My eyes are fogging up by this time, and it's hard to aim, but I only have a few crucial moments to shot, or else she'll get up.
She's starting to get to her feet even now. Struggling, fighting. "NOW, PONY, NOW!!!" I can't stall anymore; I have to shot the gun. It's her fault. And she has to pay, this is the only way. I HAVE TO SHOT!
BANG! The force of the bullet causes me to fall back. I hit my head on..something..I can't figure out what...before I get real dizzy and I fall...
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I'm not sure how much time goes by before I wake up again. It couldn't have been too long, because, though my head still hurts, Two-bit doesn't seem in too big of a hurry to get out of there yet. His eyes are real red.
I glance over at where Kayla had been standing. She's down, now. Two- bit's arm is wrapped tightly in about five towels from the bathroom, but they're soaked in dark red blood. I ask weakly if she's dead.
"I think so, buddy. You hit her in the neck, and she fell fast." His voice is shaking, he's shaking. His arm is so badly hurt, and I suggest we get him to a hospital, but he says we can't because the cops are sure to find Kayla soon and they'll put two-and-two together pretty quick. "They may lead boring lives, but they're not stupid." Two-bit tries to paste on a smile, but it's not working for him. I glance at the clock. It's five in the morning. I'm not really here, I tell myself. Really, I'm at home, sleeping. Yeah, and Soda's next to me and Darry's cooking breakfast. Everything's fine, really. Really, I have another shot to make things right.
I want to go back and try it again. Maybe I'd get it right if I could try it all over again. But I can't. What's done is done, and nothing can change it.
Kayla's dead, and nothing can change that.
"We got to get going, Pony. We've got to get out of here, but we'd better clean up first. We'll leave the body and everything, but we need to make sure they don't have any fingerprints or something. Grab one of those rags over there and start wiping."