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The whole way to the station was really quiet. That bothered me cause Two- Bit talked non-stop and I was getting nervous. I guess I zoned out because a minute later we were parked in front of the station. Two-Bit got out of the car and walked over to my side. He opened my door and asked, "Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said.
"Okay then. Lets go." He helped me out of the car. He walked silently next to me as I hobbled into the station. Once inside my heart just stopped. It scared me. I've never been inside a police station before. Sensing my fear, Two-Bit said, "It's okay. You're just here to answer a couple of questions, Sweetie."
"But--"
"Shh. You'll be fine." His voice was soft and reassuring. That brought me so much comfort.
A cop walked over and stopped in front of us. "May I help you two?"
"Yeah. Officer Summers wanted me to bring Rockelle down here so he could question her," Two-Bit said.
"Let me get him." The cop started walking away then stopped in front of an office. "Hey, Summers! There's a couple of teenagers here to see you!"
A guy of about thirty came out of the office. He was tall and lean; built kinda like Tim Shepard. (A/N: The irony of that sentence...a JD and a cop looking a like...LoL) He had sleek, jet black hair and blue-green eyes. He had a perfect nose and pouty lips. He looked like a guy I read about in books. "Hey, Two-Bit. How ya been?" His voice sounded like the whisper of the wind.
"I've been better."
"I havent seen you since you and that Curtis boy got jailed for doing gymnastics down the street."
"Thats a lie. You saw me last night," Two-Bit's voice was bitter. He obviously didnt wanna stroll down Memory Lane with this Summers guy.
"Yeah. I know. Just trying to lighten the conversation. So who's this pretty little doll?"
"I'm not 'little' and I'm no 'doll'," I said. My voice was low and feirce.
"My girlfriend, Rockelle Jones. She doesnt like to be called 'little' or 'doll' either."
"Oh. Sorry. Why dont we get this questioning thing over with then, shall we?"
I nodded then turned to Two-Bit. "You'll be okay, Babe." He gently kissed my lips then sent me off with Officer Summers. We walked down a narrow corridor that smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke. We entered a room 3 doors down on the right. I sat in an uncomfortable and ugly, plastic orange chair. Summers sat across from me.
"Can I ask you a question, Officer?"
"Sure. What is it?" "Whats your first name? Its driving me crazy how everyone calls you Summers."
He grinned. "Just call me Joe."
"Okay. Let the interrogation begin."
"That man who attacked you last night, you know him?" I nodded. "Would you please tell me as much information as you can about him?"
"His name is Kevin Jones. He's my stepdad and has been for six years. He's an alcoholic and he's abusive. I'm just his punching bag."
"What about your mother?"
"You mean his play toy? She doesnt appear to know about it but if she did, she'd never say anything because she loves him more than me."
"What about last night?"
"Last night proved Kevin's hatered for me but it also proved the gangs love for me."
"When you say 'the gang' who are you including?"
"Darrel Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Steven Randle, Jonathon Cade, Dallas Winston, and Keith Matthews."
"Moving away from last night for a few minutes, your friend, Jonathon Cade, he killed Robert Sheldon last week. Is that correct?"
My heart stopped. I didnt know what to say.
"Is that correct?" he repeated.
"No. Its not. I killed Robert Sheldon on the grounds of self-defense. I didnt mean to kill him under any circumstances. I just wanted him to leave us alone. Him and his friends were hurting my friends and me---"
"Rockelle, calm down. You're okay. But I dont understand. Dallas had said Johnny Cade killed Bob Sheldon."
"Dallas got it wrong! I killed him! I did it! I did it! I did it!" I screamed. "I did it," I added softly, choking on my words. Please dont let me cry now, I thought. Unfortunately my will power wasnt strong enough. Tears streamed down my face.
"I think we're done here. I'll send Two-Bit in." Joe left and a second later Two-Bit ran in.
I stood up, a little wobbly. Two-Bit wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my face in his shirt front. He kissed the top of my head. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry. What happened in here?"
"I killed Bob!"
"No. Johnny did."
"No! I did. I'm taking the rap for Johnny so you guys better keep your mouths shut," I said drying my eyes. Two-Bit loosened his grip on me and I held onto the back of a chair.
"What?"
"You know as well as I do Johnny wouldnt last five minutes in jail. And the last thing I want to see is a guy as sweet as he is get hardend in jail! I wont let it happen!"
"But you'll be in jail for so long," he complained.
"I'd rather it be me than Johnny. Two-Bit, you gotta understand." Two- Bit didnt respond. "Any of you guys would've done the same thing."
Two-Bit handed me the crutches proped up against the wall. "I guess you're right."
"No. You know I'm right."
"Fine. You're right. Any of us would've done the same thing."
"I knew it." I walked out of the room without looking Two-Bit in the eye. When I walked out the door, some cop slapped some handcuffs on me but I didnt even flinch. Two-Bit came out in time to see that. This time I looked him in the eye. His cheerful gray eyes were now sad and stormy. "Like my new charm bracelet, Honey?" I asked weakly. He didnt even smirk at my lame attempt to make a joke. He just watch sadly as they took me away.
End of chapter 14! Hope this was more exciting for u than chapter 13! :) well i g2g. Please Review!! until next time. --Rockelle
The whole way to the station was really quiet. That bothered me cause Two- Bit talked non-stop and I was getting nervous. I guess I zoned out because a minute later we were parked in front of the station. Two-Bit got out of the car and walked over to my side. He opened my door and asked, "Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said.
"Okay then. Lets go." He helped me out of the car. He walked silently next to me as I hobbled into the station. Once inside my heart just stopped. It scared me. I've never been inside a police station before. Sensing my fear, Two-Bit said, "It's okay. You're just here to answer a couple of questions, Sweetie."
"But--"
"Shh. You'll be fine." His voice was soft and reassuring. That brought me so much comfort.
A cop walked over and stopped in front of us. "May I help you two?"
"Yeah. Officer Summers wanted me to bring Rockelle down here so he could question her," Two-Bit said.
"Let me get him." The cop started walking away then stopped in front of an office. "Hey, Summers! There's a couple of teenagers here to see you!"
A guy of about thirty came out of the office. He was tall and lean; built kinda like Tim Shepard. (A/N: The irony of that sentence...a JD and a cop looking a like...LoL) He had sleek, jet black hair and blue-green eyes. He had a perfect nose and pouty lips. He looked like a guy I read about in books. "Hey, Two-Bit. How ya been?" His voice sounded like the whisper of the wind.
"I've been better."
"I havent seen you since you and that Curtis boy got jailed for doing gymnastics down the street."
"Thats a lie. You saw me last night," Two-Bit's voice was bitter. He obviously didnt wanna stroll down Memory Lane with this Summers guy.
"Yeah. I know. Just trying to lighten the conversation. So who's this pretty little doll?"
"I'm not 'little' and I'm no 'doll'," I said. My voice was low and feirce.
"My girlfriend, Rockelle Jones. She doesnt like to be called 'little' or 'doll' either."
"Oh. Sorry. Why dont we get this questioning thing over with then, shall we?"
I nodded then turned to Two-Bit. "You'll be okay, Babe." He gently kissed my lips then sent me off with Officer Summers. We walked down a narrow corridor that smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke. We entered a room 3 doors down on the right. I sat in an uncomfortable and ugly, plastic orange chair. Summers sat across from me.
"Can I ask you a question, Officer?"
"Sure. What is it?" "Whats your first name? Its driving me crazy how everyone calls you Summers."
He grinned. "Just call me Joe."
"Okay. Let the interrogation begin."
"That man who attacked you last night, you know him?" I nodded. "Would you please tell me as much information as you can about him?"
"His name is Kevin Jones. He's my stepdad and has been for six years. He's an alcoholic and he's abusive. I'm just his punching bag."
"What about your mother?"
"You mean his play toy? She doesnt appear to know about it but if she did, she'd never say anything because she loves him more than me."
"What about last night?"
"Last night proved Kevin's hatered for me but it also proved the gangs love for me."
"When you say 'the gang' who are you including?"
"Darrel Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Steven Randle, Jonathon Cade, Dallas Winston, and Keith Matthews."
"Moving away from last night for a few minutes, your friend, Jonathon Cade, he killed Robert Sheldon last week. Is that correct?"
My heart stopped. I didnt know what to say.
"Is that correct?" he repeated.
"No. Its not. I killed Robert Sheldon on the grounds of self-defense. I didnt mean to kill him under any circumstances. I just wanted him to leave us alone. Him and his friends were hurting my friends and me---"
"Rockelle, calm down. You're okay. But I dont understand. Dallas had said Johnny Cade killed Bob Sheldon."
"Dallas got it wrong! I killed him! I did it! I did it! I did it!" I screamed. "I did it," I added softly, choking on my words. Please dont let me cry now, I thought. Unfortunately my will power wasnt strong enough. Tears streamed down my face.
"I think we're done here. I'll send Two-Bit in." Joe left and a second later Two-Bit ran in.
I stood up, a little wobbly. Two-Bit wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my face in his shirt front. He kissed the top of my head. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry. What happened in here?"
"I killed Bob!"
"No. Johnny did."
"No! I did. I'm taking the rap for Johnny so you guys better keep your mouths shut," I said drying my eyes. Two-Bit loosened his grip on me and I held onto the back of a chair.
"What?"
"You know as well as I do Johnny wouldnt last five minutes in jail. And the last thing I want to see is a guy as sweet as he is get hardend in jail! I wont let it happen!"
"But you'll be in jail for so long," he complained.
"I'd rather it be me than Johnny. Two-Bit, you gotta understand." Two- Bit didnt respond. "Any of you guys would've done the same thing."
Two-Bit handed me the crutches proped up against the wall. "I guess you're right."
"No. You know I'm right."
"Fine. You're right. Any of us would've done the same thing."
"I knew it." I walked out of the room without looking Two-Bit in the eye. When I walked out the door, some cop slapped some handcuffs on me but I didnt even flinch. Two-Bit came out in time to see that. This time I looked him in the eye. His cheerful gray eyes were now sad and stormy. "Like my new charm bracelet, Honey?" I asked weakly. He didnt even smirk at my lame attempt to make a joke. He just watch sadly as they took me away.
End of chapter 14! Hope this was more exciting for u than chapter 13! :) well i g2g. Please Review!! until next time. --Rockelle