OMG! Sorry for the looooong wait! Big time writer block plus I've been busy! FORGIVE ME! I MAKE NO PROMISES BUT I WILL TRY TO HAVE THE NEXT CHAP OUT BY THE END OF NEXT WEEK!
THAT'S FOR THE REVIEWS AND WAITING!
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Why did those robots in suits come today? Today of all days they chose to come. I looked up at Darry, whose face had changed from an tired redness to a shock and worried pale.
"What do we do?" I asked him.
He ran his hands through his hair and pulled down his damp sleeves. "Answer the door, of course." Then he walked down the hall and stepped into the living room.
"Hello, may I help you?" I heard him say.
"Yes, my name is Jordan Willard and this is my partner Vanna Hart, we're from the combined Texas and Okalahoma area social services."
There was a long pause…no one said anything; I guess they thought that Darry was going to say something. They didn't know much about my big brother then.
Someone cleared his or her throat. "Well, sir, we were notified about your brother and just came here to check on things."
"Sorry but this is not a good time." Darry finally said.
"I understand but-"
I stopped paying attention to the convocation going on in the living room and looked back inside the bedroom at Pony. He kept moving from side to side and his face was—un describable. Fear, anguish, disappointment. All mixed together along with other things on Pony's young stressed out features. "My fault…." He mumbled, a single tear squeezed through his shut eyelids and tailed down his face. "…Sorry."
Then he went silent. I walked into the bed room, away from the three voices inside the living room, and sat on the edge of the bed, patting his back. "Its okay baby, nothings your fault. You're sick right now, but you're going to get batter." I told the sleeping boy, hoping to convince him as he slept. But to be honest, I didn't even convince myself.
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"-and the woman asked me, "Sir, have you found Jesus?" and man, I honestly didn't mean to, but I was tired and already pissed off because of my History teacher, and I yelled at her. "What the fuck, you guys lost him again!?""
I watched as Steve, started laughing, trying not the drown himself with the beer already in his mouth after Two-Bit finished his daily story.
"Well its true, I'm not no Anti-Christ or anything but you know, it gets on my nerves." Two-Bit took drink of his own beer and set it down on the floor of our porch. :Hows Pony doing?" He asked all of a sudden. Guilt written all over his face. Ever since Pony went into shock and into his daze, Two-Bit and Steve rarely went inside the house. Scared of what they saw.
"He's…the same." I jammed my hands into my pocket and looked through the screen door; Pony was sitting on the ground watching Television. "But he talked, he told us that he was thirsty. In my books that's a plus."
"Yeah." Steve said walking into the yard looking down the street. "Darrys at work, huh?"
"Yea. He had to after the social workers came by yesterday, he needed to get anyway for a bit." And that was it. We stayed on the porch the rest of the day smoking and drinking a little. There was next to no talking.
"Hey Soda?" I turned to look through the screen door and opened it. "Was that you Pony?" I asked in shock.
Pony's POV
"…It chops it dices, it even seems to clean itself! Watch as I cut this cheese and the slices don't even stick to the blade!" The woman on the television was saying. She was pretty, or she would be if she wasn't wearing that RED lipstick.
Lip stick…stick to lips. Is that how it got its name? Red, red, red, fire truck.
Red, blood is red. Warm and red. Is lip stick warm, mom use to wear lipstick. Didn't she? Sometimes she did. Anniversary. Her and Dads anniversary, she'd dress up and they'd go out to eat. Leave. They can't do that anymore.
Their dead.
Mom and Dad are dead.
Johnny is dead.
Dally is dead.
Bob is dead.
Leo is dead.
They all bled, and died. Maybe not Johnny. I dunno, but he's dead.
Dead, red, bled.
"Only 3 payments of 11. 98! That's right folks, you heard me right for this complete set of stainless steal kitchen knives, that even cut through and aluminum can of coke, only 3 EASY payments of 11.98! Call while they last!"
11.98, what can't they just make it into and even number. 12.00. Plus they'd get more money. Some people are stupid.
Knives, I want a knife.
Knives are sharp. They draw blood, red warm blood.
Warm kittens are warm. I want a Cat.
"Hey Soda?" I called not looking away from the television.
"Was that you Pony?" He called back, he voice sounded weird but I didn't linger on it.
"Uh-huh, can we have a cat? A nice cat, a kitten even. A black one." Red, "A red one, are their any red cats?" Cherry has red hair so can't cats? I think so.
"Yes, hun there is. But, we'll talk to Darry about it." He was behind me. Don't touch me, I told him inside my head.
"Ok." I stood up and walked around the room dragging my hand against the wall, humming 'She'll becoming around the mountain.'
I'm gonna get a cat. A cat with sharp claws, claws like a knife.
Knife and cats….cats and knifes.
Blood and death.
Blood and cats.
All the same.