Ch 7
I woke up wincing as the sun gentle yet fierce rays blinded me. I sat up, looking around. I wasn't at my house.
"Morning Cherry!" called Soda. I was on the couch of the Curtis living room. The smell of chocolate wafted about the room. Ponyboy, dressed only in jeans, his hair on end, came lagging into the room. He gazed at me for a moment, and then, finally realizing I was there, he jumped.
"Hi Cherry," he yawned. Soda grinned at him, a crazy grin, which only made Pony grin as well.
"You dropped by last night Cherry," said Darry, appearing out of nowhere, smelling like strong aftershave, his hair wet and slick.
"You were sopping," he continued, "And then, you took a shower, and stumbled onto the couch," he sighed. "Said something about Dally or whatever." hi sentence trailed.
Ponyboy jerked towards me. I shook my head the slightest, and then stood up, stretching.
"Maybe I should go." I said, but Soda rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Valance! Are you denying Sodapop Curtis's famous chocolate cake?" he said happily. I smiled reluctantly. "Oh alright." I said, as Ponyboy pulled out an extra chair for me.
A while later, Two-Bit and Johnny came barging into the house, followed by. Dally. I gulped. Dally grinned maliciously at me.
"Why if it isn't that red-head little Soc." he said cruelly. I moved closer to Ponyboy. Once more, an evil smile crept across Dally's face.
"What? Seeking protection from your little boyfriend , you whore?" he snarled. I gasped, my eyes flickering with anger.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Ponyboy. Ponyboy gasped. "Dally," he said shakily, "Put the gun down." Dally glared at him. "I don't take orders." Everything stopped. Johnny lurched at Dally, who only pushed him back.
Darry, tried to punch Dally, but before he even moved, Dally had pulled the trigger.
"Ponyboy! NO!!!!!!!" I cried, tears falling freely. Ponyboy clutched his stomach where the bullet had hit him, falling into a faint.
All I could remember of that morning were the sounds of Dally's evil laughter, and the screeching of sirens, and then I blacked out, only this time, there was no one there to catch me.
I woke up wincing as the sun gentle yet fierce rays blinded me. I sat up, looking around. I wasn't at my house.
"Morning Cherry!" called Soda. I was on the couch of the Curtis living room. The smell of chocolate wafted about the room. Ponyboy, dressed only in jeans, his hair on end, came lagging into the room. He gazed at me for a moment, and then, finally realizing I was there, he jumped.
"Hi Cherry," he yawned. Soda grinned at him, a crazy grin, which only made Pony grin as well.
"You dropped by last night Cherry," said Darry, appearing out of nowhere, smelling like strong aftershave, his hair wet and slick.
"You were sopping," he continued, "And then, you took a shower, and stumbled onto the couch," he sighed. "Said something about Dally or whatever." hi sentence trailed.
Ponyboy jerked towards me. I shook my head the slightest, and then stood up, stretching.
"Maybe I should go." I said, but Soda rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Valance! Are you denying Sodapop Curtis's famous chocolate cake?" he said happily. I smiled reluctantly. "Oh alright." I said, as Ponyboy pulled out an extra chair for me.
A while later, Two-Bit and Johnny came barging into the house, followed by. Dally. I gulped. Dally grinned maliciously at me.
"Why if it isn't that red-head little Soc." he said cruelly. I moved closer to Ponyboy. Once more, an evil smile crept across Dally's face.
"What? Seeking protection from your little boyfriend , you whore?" he snarled. I gasped, my eyes flickering with anger.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Ponyboy. Ponyboy gasped. "Dally," he said shakily, "Put the gun down." Dally glared at him. "I don't take orders." Everything stopped. Johnny lurched at Dally, who only pushed him back.
Darry, tried to punch Dally, but before he even moved, Dally had pulled the trigger.
"Ponyboy! NO!!!!!!!" I cried, tears falling freely. Ponyboy clutched his stomach where the bullet had hit him, falling into a faint.
All I could remember of that morning were the sounds of Dally's evil laughter, and the screeching of sirens, and then I blacked out, only this time, there was no one there to catch me.