The Accident
Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton.
NewYorkBabe: thank you so much!! I'm glad that you like my story, and honoured that you are adding it to your favourites!! Thank you for understanding my Internet access pain!! (LOL!)
SodasGurl: you are great!!
(All of my reviewer people are great!)
All: thank you all for reviewing and I'm glad you like!! Here is the next chapter, and, again, I am sorry about the wait!!
P.S. You guys know how in my Authors Note at the end of the last chapter I said that I was going to go check for spelling mistakes. Well, did you notice that I had one (a spelling mistake thingy) in my Authors Note?! I said, 'please continue with your pleasant review..' I meant REVIEWS!! Hehehehe!! Anyways.. I thought it was pretty funny when I just read it a second ago!!!! Anywho. on with the story!!
Chapter 3:
Soda
I never felt so awful in my whole entire life! I was back at home now, and everything reminded me of Steve and Sandy. My room is plastered with pictures of us, and right now all I feel is pain. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I just can't live without my best friend and my girlfriend, and it's all my fault, 'cause I killed them! I was driving.
Pony, Dally, Darry, Two-Bit and Johnny are all trying to help me through this, but they don't understand. I mean, I know they feel the pain of losing Steve and Sandy.. well, Steve.. But, they weren't there. They didn't see them suffer. They didn't know them as well as I did. They don't love them like I did. like I do..
I wiped some tears off of my cheeks and decided that maybe I should give Sandy's parents a call. I know that they don't like me that much, but maybe under the circumstances, they will be different.
I went into the living room and all eyes were on me. Everyone was here, of course, (except Steve and Sandy..) trying to be a comfort to me. "Trying" being the key word. It's not that they aren't good at it, it's just that I don't let them get a chance.
I picked up the cordless and sat on the couch. No one said anything to me. No one knew what to say to me.
I dialled Sandy's number and on the fourth ring, a grief stricken Mrs. Jacks (Sandy's mom) picked up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hello Mrs. Jacks," I said, I saw everyone in the living room look at me in surprise, "This is Sodapop Curtis. I."
She cut me off, "The nerve of you calling here after killing my baby! I should have you arrested! You, you." She tried to think of a name nasty enough to call me, but obviously I wasn't good enough for any of them because she started to sob even harder.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
Once again, she cut me off, "Sorry?! SORRY! You're sorry? How can you (she said this with pure disgust) possibly be sorry! You took my Sandy away from me and I can never get her back! If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive right now!" The truth hurt. She said what I knew all along, but coming from someone else, it hits you ten times as hard. By now, I had tears streaming down my face, and I was shaking and sobbing. I could no longer hear Mrs. Jacks angry ranting.
The guys must have sensed what was happening, and Darry took the phone from my hand. I thought he would hang up, but to my surprise, he decided to give Mrs. Jacks a piece of his mind, "Excuse me!" he yelled, "Who do you think you are talking to my brother like that?! You have NO idea how much your daughter meant to him. This accident is not in any way his fault! It would have happened even if Sandy were driving. It's that drunk that caused this. It is that drunk that should, and will, pay! You have no right to yell at my brother, especially after he had the decency to call and try to make you guys feel better when he knows you treat him like crap, and he's in just as much pain! Who do you think you are? Some soc.!? You know what? To me, and everyone here, you are even lower then a soc. And that is certainly saying something." He hung up the phone before she could even respond, probably.
"You never mind what she said, Soda." Two-Bit said, with a seriousness in his voice that I don't recall ever hearing before now, "she's just upset." All of the guys nodded their agreement.
"Thanks guys." I said, gloomily. But the damage was already done.
What do you think? Sorry it's so short! I think my Authors Note(s) are longer then this chapter itself!! I have to update my other stories now before my next class!! Ahhh... Please continue with your pleasant REVIEWS! (Hahahha!! I beat the system!! No spelling mistakes, baby! Yea! Or is there?..)
Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton.
NewYorkBabe: thank you so much!! I'm glad that you like my story, and honoured that you are adding it to your favourites!! Thank you for understanding my Internet access pain!! (LOL!)
SodasGurl: you are great!!
(All of my reviewer people are great!)
All: thank you all for reviewing and I'm glad you like!! Here is the next chapter, and, again, I am sorry about the wait!!
P.S. You guys know how in my Authors Note at the end of the last chapter I said that I was going to go check for spelling mistakes. Well, did you notice that I had one (a spelling mistake thingy) in my Authors Note?! I said, 'please continue with your pleasant review..' I meant REVIEWS!! Hehehehe!! Anyways.. I thought it was pretty funny when I just read it a second ago!!!! Anywho. on with the story!!
Chapter 3:
Soda
I never felt so awful in my whole entire life! I was back at home now, and everything reminded me of Steve and Sandy. My room is plastered with pictures of us, and right now all I feel is pain. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I just can't live without my best friend and my girlfriend, and it's all my fault, 'cause I killed them! I was driving.
Pony, Dally, Darry, Two-Bit and Johnny are all trying to help me through this, but they don't understand. I mean, I know they feel the pain of losing Steve and Sandy.. well, Steve.. But, they weren't there. They didn't see them suffer. They didn't know them as well as I did. They don't love them like I did. like I do..
I wiped some tears off of my cheeks and decided that maybe I should give Sandy's parents a call. I know that they don't like me that much, but maybe under the circumstances, they will be different.
I went into the living room and all eyes were on me. Everyone was here, of course, (except Steve and Sandy..) trying to be a comfort to me. "Trying" being the key word. It's not that they aren't good at it, it's just that I don't let them get a chance.
I picked up the cordless and sat on the couch. No one said anything to me. No one knew what to say to me.
I dialled Sandy's number and on the fourth ring, a grief stricken Mrs. Jacks (Sandy's mom) picked up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hello Mrs. Jacks," I said, I saw everyone in the living room look at me in surprise, "This is Sodapop Curtis. I."
She cut me off, "The nerve of you calling here after killing my baby! I should have you arrested! You, you." She tried to think of a name nasty enough to call me, but obviously I wasn't good enough for any of them because she started to sob even harder.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
Once again, she cut me off, "Sorry?! SORRY! You're sorry? How can you (she said this with pure disgust) possibly be sorry! You took my Sandy away from me and I can never get her back! If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive right now!" The truth hurt. She said what I knew all along, but coming from someone else, it hits you ten times as hard. By now, I had tears streaming down my face, and I was shaking and sobbing. I could no longer hear Mrs. Jacks angry ranting.
The guys must have sensed what was happening, and Darry took the phone from my hand. I thought he would hang up, but to my surprise, he decided to give Mrs. Jacks a piece of his mind, "Excuse me!" he yelled, "Who do you think you are talking to my brother like that?! You have NO idea how much your daughter meant to him. This accident is not in any way his fault! It would have happened even if Sandy were driving. It's that drunk that caused this. It is that drunk that should, and will, pay! You have no right to yell at my brother, especially after he had the decency to call and try to make you guys feel better when he knows you treat him like crap, and he's in just as much pain! Who do you think you are? Some soc.!? You know what? To me, and everyone here, you are even lower then a soc. And that is certainly saying something." He hung up the phone before she could even respond, probably.
"You never mind what she said, Soda." Two-Bit said, with a seriousness in his voice that I don't recall ever hearing before now, "she's just upset." All of the guys nodded their agreement.
"Thanks guys." I said, gloomily. But the damage was already done.
What do you think? Sorry it's so short! I think my Authors Note(s) are longer then this chapter itself!! I have to update my other stories now before my next class!! Ahhh... Please continue with your pleasant REVIEWS! (Hahahha!! I beat the system!! No spelling mistakes, baby! Yea! Or is there?..)