*** Here's chapter 3. Hope ya like it. ***
I woke the next morning to the sound of voices coming from the living room, no doubt talking about me. I slowly crawled out of bed, leaning on the wall I walked down the hallway. Peering into the room I saw the whole gang sitting there. The T.V. was turned off and everyone was whispering.
"What's going to happen to Addie? I mean she's what… ten years old. It was horrible Dar. Mr. Mitchell must have been ambushed or somethin'." Steve whispered
"Guys?" I asked.
They turned around to look at me. Sympathy was written all over their faces. I walked slowly into the room. I crawled onto the couch between Steve and Dally.
"How ya feelin' squirt?" Darry asked
I nodded, quietly laying my head on Steve's shoulder. I was scared to tell them my fears that plagued my mind every time I closed my eyes.
"You hungry, Addie?" Soda asked.
I nodded and got up. Silently I followed the guys into the kitchen, sitting down at the table I watched Darry fix me breakfast.
"Addie, you wanna go to the service?" Pony asked quietly.
I looked up at him, nodding slowly. I ate quickly and got up to get dressed. Hanging on Darry's door was a short black jumper with a white shirt. I pulled the shirt and jumper over my head. I brushed my long black hair and braided it. There were black buckle shoes by the bed. Slipping them on I straightened and walked out the door. When I walked back into the living room Darry, Soda, Steve, Pony, and Johnny were dressed in suits.
"Ready to go Addie?" Soda asked
I took his hand and looked up at him. He smiled sadly and led me out to the car. The others followed. I was silent the whole car ride to the cemetery. We climbed out of the car and walked over to the gravesite. I looked around at the few people who had come. Darry and Steve sat me down in the front row. I was numb throughout the whole service.
"… and may he rest in peace." The priest said ending the ceremony.
I bowed my head as tears streamed down my face. The guys gathered around to comfort me. Finally I looked up at Darry.
"Take me home, Darry." I whispered allowing them to steer me to the car.
Before driving away I looked to see men lowering the casket into the ground. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes.
"Good-Bye Daddy."
I woke the next morning to the sound of voices coming from the living room, no doubt talking about me. I slowly crawled out of bed, leaning on the wall I walked down the hallway. Peering into the room I saw the whole gang sitting there. The T.V. was turned off and everyone was whispering.
"What's going to happen to Addie? I mean she's what… ten years old. It was horrible Dar. Mr. Mitchell must have been ambushed or somethin'." Steve whispered
"Guys?" I asked.
They turned around to look at me. Sympathy was written all over their faces. I walked slowly into the room. I crawled onto the couch between Steve and Dally.
"How ya feelin' squirt?" Darry asked
I nodded, quietly laying my head on Steve's shoulder. I was scared to tell them my fears that plagued my mind every time I closed my eyes.
"You hungry, Addie?" Soda asked.
I nodded and got up. Silently I followed the guys into the kitchen, sitting down at the table I watched Darry fix me breakfast.
"Addie, you wanna go to the service?" Pony asked quietly.
I looked up at him, nodding slowly. I ate quickly and got up to get dressed. Hanging on Darry's door was a short black jumper with a white shirt. I pulled the shirt and jumper over my head. I brushed my long black hair and braided it. There were black buckle shoes by the bed. Slipping them on I straightened and walked out the door. When I walked back into the living room Darry, Soda, Steve, Pony, and Johnny were dressed in suits.
"Ready to go Addie?" Soda asked
I took his hand and looked up at him. He smiled sadly and led me out to the car. The others followed. I was silent the whole car ride to the cemetery. We climbed out of the car and walked over to the gravesite. I looked around at the few people who had come. Darry and Steve sat me down in the front row. I was numb throughout the whole service.
"… and may he rest in peace." The priest said ending the ceremony.
I bowed my head as tears streamed down my face. The guys gathered around to comfort me. Finally I looked up at Darry.
"Take me home, Darry." I whispered allowing them to steer me to the car.
Before driving away I looked to see men lowering the casket into the ground. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes.
"Good-Bye Daddy."