Chapter 25 (Ok, I realize most people have all but forgotten about this
fic, but one of my new-years resolutions was to finish what I start, and I
decided to start that with this story. so, yeah. please Review)
Soda slowly smiles. I don't think I've ever seen him smile that way. His eyes don't seem the same. Actually, his whole manner seems different. Watching him now, I feel like he's aged 20 years... Like he's finally growing up.
I would give anything to go back, to undo everything I did. It seems all wrong now, it's almost like I knew the sky was gray, but I refused to accept it. I just kept trying to find ways to color it back in yellow. But the Marijuana just made it darker.
My thoughts are broken by the sirens. Soft at first, but slowly getting closer. Soda hears them too, and he immediately begins looking around. Sure enough, in no time at all the Cop car pulls into the park. Soda's eyes get real big, but he doesn't budge.
"Excuse me, sir, you wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Ponyboy Curtis or Mr. Keith Matthews?"
Soda doesn't say a word.
"Sir? This is really important. There was a murder of a Ms...uh..." The man searches through the papers he's holding until he comes up with a name. "Ms. Kayla Clarkson. Do you know anything about it?"
Soda quickly blinks and says, "Uh...maybe...I uh...who reported the murder?" He finally concludes.
The man eyes Soda coldly and responds, "Her sister, Sandy Clarkson, she reported it. She was standing in the hallway and saw the whole thing happen. Do you know anything about it?" He repeats.
Soda's whole body tightens. Breathing in real deep, he finally manages, "Yeh, I know him. I mean them."
The man stands silently, waiting for Soda to finish.
"But sir, I...I know that they didn't do it." I feel myself relax a little. At least Soda is trying to get me out of this, even if he won't succeed.
The man smiles, clearly amused. "Sir, the young lady saw it happen with her own two eyes. I think she would know what happened, and she has no reason to lie to us. Now please, if you know these two, please tell me where they are."
Sodapop breaths in deep again, and I can tell he's forcing himself to do this.
"But sir...I know... I KNOW they didn't do it... I did. I killed Kayla."
His words hit me hard. I want to tell the Cop the truth, but I don't know how, I can't seem to find the right words.
The man's eyes get wide, and he gently says, "Sir, if there's anyone you're trying to cover for here, you shouldn't do it. It's not worth it. Sandy swore it was them, and she saw it happen. Now, please, sir, reconsider what you're saying..." Soda's voice breaks in, "I don't care what Sandy said, she's wrong. Ponyboy didn't do anything. Damn, he's only 15 years old. And Two-bit...er...Keith... he wouldn't hurt a fly! I did it. And that's the truth."
The cop's silent for a minute, studying Soda and hoping he can see inside him...hoping to find proof he's lying. But than he nods and opens Soda's car door. "Alright, sir, than I'll take you into the station, just in case." He slaps the cuffs on Soda's wrists and leads him to the Cop car, leaving me only with the command to stay were I am. It's not long before I'm questioned and they discover I'm Ponyboy. They put the cuffs on my real tight, as opposed to Soda's, which are barely on there at all.
On the way to the police station, I simply glare at Soda, my eyes pleading for me once more...but this time they are pleading an apology.
Soda, as though reading my mind, says, "It's alright, Ponyboy. I'll take care of this."
Soda slowly smiles. I don't think I've ever seen him smile that way. His eyes don't seem the same. Actually, his whole manner seems different. Watching him now, I feel like he's aged 20 years... Like he's finally growing up.
I would give anything to go back, to undo everything I did. It seems all wrong now, it's almost like I knew the sky was gray, but I refused to accept it. I just kept trying to find ways to color it back in yellow. But the Marijuana just made it darker.
My thoughts are broken by the sirens. Soft at first, but slowly getting closer. Soda hears them too, and he immediately begins looking around. Sure enough, in no time at all the Cop car pulls into the park. Soda's eyes get real big, but he doesn't budge.
"Excuse me, sir, you wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Ponyboy Curtis or Mr. Keith Matthews?"
Soda doesn't say a word.
"Sir? This is really important. There was a murder of a Ms...uh..." The man searches through the papers he's holding until he comes up with a name. "Ms. Kayla Clarkson. Do you know anything about it?"
Soda quickly blinks and says, "Uh...maybe...I uh...who reported the murder?" He finally concludes.
The man eyes Soda coldly and responds, "Her sister, Sandy Clarkson, she reported it. She was standing in the hallway and saw the whole thing happen. Do you know anything about it?" He repeats.
Soda's whole body tightens. Breathing in real deep, he finally manages, "Yeh, I know him. I mean them."
The man stands silently, waiting for Soda to finish.
"But sir, I...I know that they didn't do it." I feel myself relax a little. At least Soda is trying to get me out of this, even if he won't succeed.
The man smiles, clearly amused. "Sir, the young lady saw it happen with her own two eyes. I think she would know what happened, and she has no reason to lie to us. Now please, if you know these two, please tell me where they are."
Sodapop breaths in deep again, and I can tell he's forcing himself to do this.
"But sir...I know... I KNOW they didn't do it... I did. I killed Kayla."
His words hit me hard. I want to tell the Cop the truth, but I don't know how, I can't seem to find the right words.
The man's eyes get wide, and he gently says, "Sir, if there's anyone you're trying to cover for here, you shouldn't do it. It's not worth it. Sandy swore it was them, and she saw it happen. Now, please, sir, reconsider what you're saying..." Soda's voice breaks in, "I don't care what Sandy said, she's wrong. Ponyboy didn't do anything. Damn, he's only 15 years old. And Two-bit...er...Keith... he wouldn't hurt a fly! I did it. And that's the truth."
The cop's silent for a minute, studying Soda and hoping he can see inside him...hoping to find proof he's lying. But than he nods and opens Soda's car door. "Alright, sir, than I'll take you into the station, just in case." He slaps the cuffs on Soda's wrists and leads him to the Cop car, leaving me only with the command to stay were I am. It's not long before I'm questioned and they discover I'm Ponyboy. They put the cuffs on my real tight, as opposed to Soda's, which are barely on there at all.
On the way to the police station, I simply glare at Soda, my eyes pleading for me once more...but this time they are pleading an apology.
Soda, as though reading my mind, says, "It's alright, Ponyboy. I'll take care of this."