Chapter 13: Questions

Later on, I got a message from Soda that Darry would be defending my case. That was good. I'm glad Darry went to college. It was lunch and Bryon and I were still talking. But he asked me something that made me nervous.

"Hey. Do you know what happened to Cathy?"

I looked up at him. I hid my nervous face though.

"No."

It would kill him to know that Cathy married Ponyboy. That would absolutely kill him. He could go psycho and go after his family. I swear, I couldn't tell him.

We walked to the recess area and worked out a little bit. He gained a little muscle, but I was a little thicker. I looked around. Some people were playing basketball. There was this one guy who had tattoos all over his body. He started walking over to us when I looked at him. He probably thought I was mean mugging.

"What are you looking at, punk?" he yelled in my face.

"Don't worry about it," I said calmly.

I turned around but he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. He shouldn't have put his hands on me.

"Watch it!" I yelled.

"Why don't you."

He pushed me and I pushed him back. It was obvious something was about to happen. A crowd came up looking for a fight. One guy held "tattoo boy" back while Bryon held me back. I could hear some alarm going off, making some guards come in. Me and tattoo boy lost a day of lunch privileges. Didn't matter though, it gave me time to think about stuff.

I had another visit. This time it was Darry and Danny. Darry came in and asked me some questions for my court case.

"Hey bro," he said sitting on the other side.

"Hey Darry."

"I don't have much time, so I have go on ahead with the questions, alright?"

"Alright."

"What did you get jailed for last time?"

"Assault with a deadly weapon."

"Did you spend much time with your family?"

"No. I was out a lot after Danny was born. Especially after he turned five. He barely saw me."

"What did you plan to do after you got out of jail?"

"Get my life together."

"Did you tell Danny any of this?"

"Yeah."

"Where were you the night the kid said the accident happened?"

"I walked up to the park and all those kids ran off. I think the one guy that said I beat him up, well, he ran into a pole. I then gave Danny's girlfriend a ride home."

Darry was writing down notes. He asked more questions and then I got to talk to Danny.

"So how are you holding up here?"

"I've been fine."

"What kind of questions did Uncle Darry ask you?"

"Some stuff about my last charge, where was I the night the kid said I attacked him, and some other stuff."

We kept talking. Danny didn't have long this time because Darry had used up majority of the time asking me the questions.

A week and two days passed. Yeah, I know. That's a quick jump. But nothing really happened during that time. The "tattoo boy" didn't bother me anymore. Bryon and I were playing poker in our cell. I was trial day. I would be leaving to go to court in minute. The guard showed up. I looked at Bryon.

"You'll be out in a minute. Try to work things out, okay."

"Alright. It was good talking to you."

I walked out with the guard. That was all Bryon needed. Someone to talk to.