Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: I do not own "America's Most Wanted".
I was looking at Aurora. She was walking down the highway with a sign that said "New York City". She was carrying a backpack and crying. As I got closer to her, I could hear her talking to herself.
"This is stupid, I need to go back," She said.
Then she shook her head, "No, this is best. I was going to go to New York anyway."
"I should at least go back for Dally."
"But he doesn't want to go back to New York. He'd talk me out of it."
"I didn't say goodbye to Pony."
Aurora sighed and turned around. What was this? Was it a dream? It must have been. But how do I know what happened after Aurora left? She didn't even know.
Aurora was still walking back. She had almost made it to the city limits when one of those eighteen wheeler trucks pulled over. The driver got out of the car.
"Where you headed?" The truck driver asked.
Aurora was quiet for a minute, and then she said "New York City."
The driver smiled. "I can take you as far as the Virginia state line."
"Fine," Aurora said. "I'll pay you."
"We'll talk about that later," the truck driver said. "Just get in."
Aurora nodded and started to get into the truck. I felt like I knew the truck driver's face. Where had I seen it? Then I remembered; Leonardo and I had been watching "America's Most Wanted" one night while we were in the asylum. That guy…the truck driver was wanted for something. I couldn't remember what.
"Aurora! No!" I yelled.
But she couldn't hear me.
Before Aurora got into the truck she looked back toward the city. She looked like she was going to go back for a minute. Then she sighed.
"Goodbye Pony," she said softly. "I'll miss you."
Then Aurora got into the truck. The truck started and drove off.
"No!" I yelled. "Come back! Aurora, come back! Don't go with him!"
I knew I couldn't do anything to help Aurora, but I kept yelling.
I screamed for Aurora to come back until I heard someone saying. "Ponyboy. Pony, wake up."
I opened my eyes. Soda was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Steve was standing in the doorway. Steve looked pissed off, but Soda didn't.
"Are you OK?" Soda asked. "What was this one about?"
"I…" I said. My voice was shaky. "I don't want to talk about it yet."
Soda nodded. "Steve and I are going to the football game with Two-Bit, but Darry is here. OK?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Later," Soda said as he headed toward the door. Steve gave him a disgusted look, and they left. I waited until I heard the front door slam to get out of bed and get dressed. Once I had gotten dressed, I went into the living room. Darry was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hi," I said as I sat down next to him.
"Hey," Darry said. "Sounded like you were having another nightmare."
"Uh-huh," I said.
We were quiet for a few minutes; then I said "Dally said hi." He actually didn't, but I needed to break the silence.
Darry smiled. "He's an idiot." The way he said it was almost affectionate. "What was he thinking, jumping a cop?"
I took a deep breath. I thought that Darry should know about this. "He didn't mean to jump the cop," I said. "He meant to kill him."