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Chapter 8: This is how a heart breaks

Pony's POV

Steve looked at me confused. I couldn't say anything I didn't want to. "What?" He asked. I calmly put the phone back up to my ear.

"Yes?" I asked calmly as possible.

"We've been informed that your brothers Darrel and Sodapop have been involved in an accident, correct?" Her voice seemed hollow to me, distant and cold. I sighed breathing heavily. Steve just kept looking at me with the deer in the headlights look.

"Yes that's correct ma'am…" I answered back slightly annoyed.

"Well, Mr. Curtis then I have to inform you that since our records say you have no living family other than your brothers, we must place you in a foster home." She replied. I heard paper being shuffled.

"No…." I said calmly.

"Excuse me?" She said snobbishly.

"I said No!" I said louder.

"Well Mr. Curtis I'm afraid I have to whether you like it or not." Her tone was strict.

"YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME ANYWHERE!" I screamed into the phone. I slammed it down. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding like a drum.

"What? What happened?" Steve asked. He seemed alarmed. I knew why. I never blew up like that. Well, rarely. I breathed slowly trying to calm my nerves. I really needed a cigarette.

"It…..It…It…was…social...services." I mumbled.

"WHAT?" He exploded.

"IT WAS SOCIAL SERVICES!" I screamed. I started breathing through my mouth heavily. I felt tears form, I wiped them away quickly trying to ignore them, but it was no use. I had never cried in front of Steve. The tears ran down my face steady.

"Pony…" Steve said walking over to me. I stepped back.

"Steve what am I going to do?" I said my voice shaking.

"Pony you'll be fine. I promise." He said. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. If I did I'm sure Soda would never speak to me and Darry would crack my jaw then break all my bones" He said jokingly. I grinned Darry would do that.

"I don't think I shoulda hung up on her." I said finally after wiping away the last tear that was streaming down my cheek.

"Oh I know, but wasn't it fun!" He exclaimed.

"A little." I admitted.

"Anyway she'll call back. They always do." Steve said bitterly. He grabbed the plate and took it into the kitchen setting it in the sink.

"I'm sure they do. Steve will you drive me down to the hospital?" I asked.

"Yeah sure." He said walking back in. "In fact why don't we go right now?" He insisted.

"Sure." I knew what he had in mind. We would miss the call if social services called. I went into mine and Soda's bedroom and grabbed a pack of cigarette's that was hidden underneath the mattress, so I could smoke at night. Classic place to hide them, but Darry hadn't figured it out yet. I lit it walking out. Steve soon followed. He got in the car. He started it up and we pulled out of the drive. I still couldn't keep my eyes on the road so I still looked at the houses. We pulled up in the parking lot. I jammed my fist into my pockets walking up to the hospital Steve soon jogged catching up with me. I saw the secretary lady and she recognized us, because she told us we could go into room 12. Which was Darry and Soda's room. I walked down the white hallway counting all the doors looking for 12. We finally stumbled upon it. I pushed the door open and there they were. Unconscious. I would have preferred them to be conscious, but they weren't.

Steve walked in, in silence. He kept staring at Soda. His ribs bandaged up, the scratch across his face with the stitches obvious. His broken bones in casts. He looked horrible. My movie star brother looked horrible. For once in his life. Soda wasn't what worried me, it was Darry. He was horrible looking. His legs were propped up. They looked limp and he was all bandaged up.

"Mr. Curtis you have a visitor." A nurse popped in and said. Steve jerked his attention to the question.

"Send them in." Steve's voice said. Mine wouldn't work I had a very good idea who it was.

A lady that looked around mid-40's. Her brown hair was up in a bun, she was tall, and bright green eyes. "Mr. Curtis I'm Marie and I've come to take you with me." She said calmly. "I can drive you back to pack."

"He's not going anywhere!" Steve said standing up.

"Oh yes he is!" She replied grabbing my wrist. I tried to twist away, but her grip tightened she pratically dragged me out of the room or the hospital. Steve followed us. She showed me to an old junker of a car which was her form of transport. She opened the door and I unwillingly climbed in. Steve stared at me as she started the car. I stared back, I didn't know where I was going. I knew wherever it was Darry, Soda, and Steve weren't going to be there. Marie rambled on about my foster family, but I ignored it and kept staring out the window counting houses. I finally got sick of counting houses and decided maybe to start paying attention. Just my luck when I did start paying attention I head the phrase 'the foster home is not in Tulsa'.

"Excuse me?" I said.