Chapter 7
I listened closely as Soda repeated the whole story to Two-Bit. Yet, I still couldn't figure out how he could say that with a straight face. I mean, I didn't hear any crying. But I wasn't really outside, so I couldn't tell.
The house felt empty without Darry. It felt like we weren't protected from something. Something was about to come get us, something was gonna hurt us. I didn't feel protected. Even though I knew that Soda was there, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me, it just didn't feel right. When I was done crying, I wrapped myself around in the blanket I had received from my mother when I was born. It was a big blanket, but I was outgrowing it fast. It had a really nice pattern on it, and it said "My Golden Boy Forever". That used to be mom's old nickname for me, partly because she loved that saying, and partly because my hair was so blonde, it was almost gold.
"Hey Pony, you all right?" Soda asked me as I came out of our room. So he had been crying.
"Yeah I'm fine" I said as I sat down into the armchair in our living room and turned on the TV. There wasn't really anything to watch, I thought, as I skimmed through the channels, so I turned it off.
There it was again. That silence. I hated that silence.
"Well I better be gettin' home now. My mom is gonna kill me if I don't do my homework." Two-Bit said.
Two-Bit left, and me and Soda cleaned around a bit. He would start crying every time he saw one of Darry's shirts lying around, or his tool belt. Then the phone rang. Soda picked it up and hinted to me that it was Darry's boss. He wanted to know why Darry wasn't at work today. Here we go again…
Soda wasn't able to tell the whole story, so I would substitute for him at the sad parts. I couldn't cry anymore. I was drenched out of tears. I felt like a towel that you squeeze to get all the water out.
Darry's boss didn't seem to care. All he cared about was getting his money's worth. It was his fault anyways. He had never told Darry to put on sun block when he was in the sun. I think there's a law about that, but it was his fault that Darry was in a hospital, with a tumor that could maybe kill him. Kill him. I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to think about Darry dying. I didn't want to think that I could never walk into that room across the hallway without breaking into tears.
Me and Soda finally finished and went to sleep.
And that's when the nightmares began.
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Wow I finished this in one day! That's like record! And I made it more detailed, and a little longer. Tell me how you like it!