~Next Story~ AU~
The Curtis Sister
Kitty Curtis sat crying uncontrollably. Her parents had just died in a horrid car accident. For a long time she had just been numb, but today it hit her. Today was the day the state came. Her brother, Darry, had fought as hard as he could. He gave it everything he had, but the state was still going to take them away. Them being her, and her two older brothers: Sodapop and Ponyboy.
*flashback*
"They're my family. You can't take them away from me." Darry had argued with the social worker.
"You cannot support them, not all three of them." The social worker had pointed out.
"I have a job, I can get another one, two more in fact. I'll do anything to keep us together." Darry had told her.
"I understand your concern, but we cannot allow the well being of three innocent children to stand in the hands of a single guardian, especially such a young, male guardian."
"They're not children. If they were I'd understand you taking them away, but they belong with me, at home. You can't take them away after what they've been through." Darry said strongly, trying to keep his family together.
"The youngest one, Kitty, is twelve. That is a child. I do not believe, the state does not believe, that you can support three minors, even on two or three jobs."
"Please, just give me a chance."
"We cannot leave three minors in your care. And the youngest is a girl. She cannot be raised by only young boys. She needs a woman's guidance in these upcoming years." The social worker pointed out. She paused, her face softening. "I'm sorry, Mr. Curtis."
"Then there is no way?" Darry asked softly, hope leaving his face.
"Not for all three of them. We can grant you custody of the two boys, but we cannot allow Kitty to live in this environment. She has to go to a facility of the state, for her well being."
"An orphanage?" Darry asked in disbelief.
"If we cannot find her a foster home, then yes, an orphanage." The lady answered.
"How is that for her well being?" Darry demanded, getting to his feet. "How the fuck is being dragged away from her family and stuck in some home for girls for her well being?"
"Mr. Curtis, control yourself, or I shall bring the police into this. Now I am sorry, but there is no way for that child to be allowed to live here, not in this environment." The social worker said sharply.
Darry sat down, putting his face into his hands. He had blown it.
"Now, the state may grant you custody of one or, if you get your financial status up, maybe even both of the two boys, if you're willing to be their guardian." She said, in a gentler tone.
"But not Kitty."
"No, that, I am afraid is impossible."
Darry sat there in silence for a long time before speaking. "Then I won't take any of them. We're either a whole family, or a split one. I can't take Soda and Pony and leave Kitty alone." He said. "Not unless I can gain custody of her as well."
"If that is your decision, very well." The social worker said, standing. As she went to the door, she turned back. "I will come back tomorrow to pick up the children. Just have them pack the necessities, the state will provide them with everything else." She said, and with that she turned and left.
It was then that Soda, Pony, and Kitty ventured out from Soda's room where they had been hiding, because that was the room in closest hearing range.
"Hey you guys." Darry said softly.
"We're leaving?" Pony asked, his throat constricting his voice.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo." Darry said softly.
"Its not fair!" Soda said angrily.
Kitty simply sat down on the floor, she was fighting back tears.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I'll talk to the social worker; see if I can get you guys in a foster home together. At least you'll be together." Darry said, trying to comfort her.
"They'll probably separate us, at least from Kitty. Put her somewhere else, in a girl's home or something." Pony said bitterly.
"There's still hope. You might be together. I'll try again, I swear. I'll go to the courts. Maybe, in a couple years, when Soda turns eighteen we can try again." Darry said slowly. "There's still hope." He said, even though he knew there wasn't. There was no way the state would give him custody of a teenage girl, and he wasn't going to be the guardian of the boys if it meant leaving her alone and destroying her chances of being in a foster family with them. He wouldn't do it.
Kitty had simply sat there, not trusting herself to speak. Her mother had never allowed her to hang out with her brothers, too much. Said they were too grown up to baby-sit her, usually Ponyboy was made to stay behind and play with her, which never made him too happy. But that didn't mean she wouldn't act tough. She always tried to be like her brothers, but never succeeded too well. And now there was a chance she wouldn't see them for years, maybe.
She stood up, and went to Darry. He held out his arms and hugged her. Soda came next, joining into the hug. Pony followed. And the Curtis family stood in the center of the living room, embracing tightly and all afraid to let go.
*end of flashback*
"Kitty." Darry said, sticking his head into her room. Her room. After this it would never be her room again. Kitty started crying again.
Kitty stood, grabbing her suitcase off her bed. As she left, she gave one last look at her room. Fresh tears coated her cheeks. Darry put his hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, Kitty. Its time to go." Darry said gently.
She nodded, and walked out to the front door where her other two brothers stood, holding onto their own suitcases. Sodapop was silent and stony faced. Ponyboy was red eyed, trying to fight back tears but failing miserably.
"Could you get them a home together?" Darry asked the social worker.
"We're not sure of that yet, but they will be in good hands." She answered tonelessly.
Darry nodded. Then he went up to the kids. He gave Soda a hug.
"You take care of Pony and Kitty for me, okay?"
Soda nodded, a few tears slipping down his face.
Darry then embraced Pony tightly. "You be good. Keep working hard on school. No matter where you live, I want you to do well, okay?"
"Okay." Pony said hoarsely.
Then he turned to Kitty, who was still crying. Darry wiped away her tears, and hugged her close for a moment. "It'll be okay. I promise, it'll be okay." He said. He kissed on the forehead before letting her go. "Be good."
She nodded, more tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Don't worry you guys, I'll keep trying. You better call me and write, when you can. As soon as you find out where you're living at, give me the address and I'll write to you. I promise." He said.
They all nodded.
"It'll be okay." Darry repeated. "We'll see each other again, one day. I promise." Darry said.
"Okay, its time to go." The social worker said, turning and going out the door. Darry gave each one of the kids one last hug before they disappeared out the door.
He watched them get into the car, Soda waving slowly at him, as they drove off.
Shutting the door, Darry sat down in his favorite armchair, and a single tear fell from the corner of his eye, and splashed onto his unread newspaper. He was alone.
The End
~Now do you see? If they had a sister, all would be lost. Sure, Dally and Johnny would be alive, but none of the story would have happened. They did not have a sister, for a reason. STOP writing sister fics. They didn't have a sister. A sister would have made it disastrous and would have undid the whole story. No sister! *panting from loss of breathe*~
I accept flames and criticisms.
The Curtis Sister
Kitty Curtis sat crying uncontrollably. Her parents had just died in a horrid car accident. For a long time she had just been numb, but today it hit her. Today was the day the state came. Her brother, Darry, had fought as hard as he could. He gave it everything he had, but the state was still going to take them away. Them being her, and her two older brothers: Sodapop and Ponyboy.
*flashback*
"They're my family. You can't take them away from me." Darry had argued with the social worker.
"You cannot support them, not all three of them." The social worker had pointed out.
"I have a job, I can get another one, two more in fact. I'll do anything to keep us together." Darry had told her.
"I understand your concern, but we cannot allow the well being of three innocent children to stand in the hands of a single guardian, especially such a young, male guardian."
"They're not children. If they were I'd understand you taking them away, but they belong with me, at home. You can't take them away after what they've been through." Darry said strongly, trying to keep his family together.
"The youngest one, Kitty, is twelve. That is a child. I do not believe, the state does not believe, that you can support three minors, even on two or three jobs."
"Please, just give me a chance."
"We cannot leave three minors in your care. And the youngest is a girl. She cannot be raised by only young boys. She needs a woman's guidance in these upcoming years." The social worker pointed out. She paused, her face softening. "I'm sorry, Mr. Curtis."
"Then there is no way?" Darry asked softly, hope leaving his face.
"Not for all three of them. We can grant you custody of the two boys, but we cannot allow Kitty to live in this environment. She has to go to a facility of the state, for her well being."
"An orphanage?" Darry asked in disbelief.
"If we cannot find her a foster home, then yes, an orphanage." The lady answered.
"How is that for her well being?" Darry demanded, getting to his feet. "How the fuck is being dragged away from her family and stuck in some home for girls for her well being?"
"Mr. Curtis, control yourself, or I shall bring the police into this. Now I am sorry, but there is no way for that child to be allowed to live here, not in this environment." The social worker said sharply.
Darry sat down, putting his face into his hands. He had blown it.
"Now, the state may grant you custody of one or, if you get your financial status up, maybe even both of the two boys, if you're willing to be their guardian." She said, in a gentler tone.
"But not Kitty."
"No, that, I am afraid is impossible."
Darry sat there in silence for a long time before speaking. "Then I won't take any of them. We're either a whole family, or a split one. I can't take Soda and Pony and leave Kitty alone." He said. "Not unless I can gain custody of her as well."
"If that is your decision, very well." The social worker said, standing. As she went to the door, she turned back. "I will come back tomorrow to pick up the children. Just have them pack the necessities, the state will provide them with everything else." She said, and with that she turned and left.
It was then that Soda, Pony, and Kitty ventured out from Soda's room where they had been hiding, because that was the room in closest hearing range.
"Hey you guys." Darry said softly.
"We're leaving?" Pony asked, his throat constricting his voice.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo." Darry said softly.
"Its not fair!" Soda said angrily.
Kitty simply sat down on the floor, she was fighting back tears.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I'll talk to the social worker; see if I can get you guys in a foster home together. At least you'll be together." Darry said, trying to comfort her.
"They'll probably separate us, at least from Kitty. Put her somewhere else, in a girl's home or something." Pony said bitterly.
"There's still hope. You might be together. I'll try again, I swear. I'll go to the courts. Maybe, in a couple years, when Soda turns eighteen we can try again." Darry said slowly. "There's still hope." He said, even though he knew there wasn't. There was no way the state would give him custody of a teenage girl, and he wasn't going to be the guardian of the boys if it meant leaving her alone and destroying her chances of being in a foster family with them. He wouldn't do it.
Kitty had simply sat there, not trusting herself to speak. Her mother had never allowed her to hang out with her brothers, too much. Said they were too grown up to baby-sit her, usually Ponyboy was made to stay behind and play with her, which never made him too happy. But that didn't mean she wouldn't act tough. She always tried to be like her brothers, but never succeeded too well. And now there was a chance she wouldn't see them for years, maybe.
She stood up, and went to Darry. He held out his arms and hugged her. Soda came next, joining into the hug. Pony followed. And the Curtis family stood in the center of the living room, embracing tightly and all afraid to let go.
*end of flashback*
"Kitty." Darry said, sticking his head into her room. Her room. After this it would never be her room again. Kitty started crying again.
Kitty stood, grabbing her suitcase off her bed. As she left, she gave one last look at her room. Fresh tears coated her cheeks. Darry put his hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, Kitty. Its time to go." Darry said gently.
She nodded, and walked out to the front door where her other two brothers stood, holding onto their own suitcases. Sodapop was silent and stony faced. Ponyboy was red eyed, trying to fight back tears but failing miserably.
"Could you get them a home together?" Darry asked the social worker.
"We're not sure of that yet, but they will be in good hands." She answered tonelessly.
Darry nodded. Then he went up to the kids. He gave Soda a hug.
"You take care of Pony and Kitty for me, okay?"
Soda nodded, a few tears slipping down his face.
Darry then embraced Pony tightly. "You be good. Keep working hard on school. No matter where you live, I want you to do well, okay?"
"Okay." Pony said hoarsely.
Then he turned to Kitty, who was still crying. Darry wiped away her tears, and hugged her close for a moment. "It'll be okay. I promise, it'll be okay." He said. He kissed on the forehead before letting her go. "Be good."
She nodded, more tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Don't worry you guys, I'll keep trying. You better call me and write, when you can. As soon as you find out where you're living at, give me the address and I'll write to you. I promise." He said.
They all nodded.
"It'll be okay." Darry repeated. "We'll see each other again, one day. I promise." Darry said.
"Okay, its time to go." The social worker said, turning and going out the door. Darry gave each one of the kids one last hug before they disappeared out the door.
He watched them get into the car, Soda waving slowly at him, as they drove off.
Shutting the door, Darry sat down in his favorite armchair, and a single tear fell from the corner of his eye, and splashed onto his unread newspaper. He was alone.
The End
~Now do you see? If they had a sister, all would be lost. Sure, Dally and Johnny would be alive, but none of the story would have happened. They did not have a sister, for a reason. STOP writing sister fics. They didn't have a sister. A sister would have made it disastrous and would have undid the whole story. No sister! *panting from loss of breathe*~
I accept flames and criticisms.