Darry was the only one to come to his sense in time to go answer the door. I was too in shock. I sat back down on the couch with Sodapop on one side and Two-Bit got off the floor and sat on the other side wedging me in between them. Dally knew his place wouldn't be here if it was the fuzz and took off through the kitchen door and Steve sat in our moms chair and turned the TV off.

I could faintly hear my big brother talking to whoever it was. I was nervously clasping my hands together and Sodapop threw an arm around my shoulder and Darry eventually appeared back in the lounge room with two cops and a lady, the social worker, I just knew it. Oh god. My stomach was tossing and turning, two of the things I hated most in the one room, I felt sick to my stomach.

"They just want to ask us some questions about what happened on Friday night," Darry informed us looking pretty serious.

I wasn't paying that much attention to what they were asking us, I mean I was but they weren't completely making sense in my mind. I answered all that I could be a help with but my brothers and Two-Bit mainly answered for me since they were the ones that were with me pretty much the whole of Friday night. The social worker was asking Darry something and he nodded and looked at me. Blinking I stared at him and the social worker gave me a soft smile. Oh I think I'm meant to go talk to her.

"Would you like to talk in the kitchen dear?" she asked me.

I stared at her slightly and nodded. "Um okay, can't we talk out here?"

"No it'd be best not to," she said walking into our kitchen like she owned the place.

I raised my brows at that and Sodapop shrugged at me. But knowing Darry would be mad if I wasn't at least nice to the woman I followed her and gave her a bit of a sigh before closing the kitchen door and sitting down at our table.

"What would you like to talk about then?" I asked her as nicely as I could muster.

The woman gave me a bit of a smile. "It's about your brother being your guardian, ah, Pixie is it?"

"Its Pixie," I answered without thinking but my blood went cold when she mentioned Darry being my guardian. Nothing good would come of this I knew. "What about Darry being my guardian miss?"

"Darrel is the guardian to three of you and what with Ponyboy missing when he comes back you'll all clearly have to go to court," The woman informed me, her eyes staying the same. Cold. "Even if your brother doesn't return Pixie I'm afraid we'll most definitely have to rethink you staying with your brothers as we're not sure it'll be right for you to stay with them anymore after what's happened."

"You're kidding me?" I cried out feeling my eyes prick with tears. "You have to be! You can't separate us!"

The woman clucked her tongue. "I'm afraid dear that that choice lies with a judge in court, we're only thinking what's best for you and that might lie in adoption, or a girls home dear."

"That is not the best for me," I said trying to swallow back my tears but I knew it failed because my vision was blurring slightly and my cheeks felt a little damp. "What's best for me is to stay with my brothers, you can't do that."

"I'm sorry dear but that's not for me to decide, won't you like to go to a good school? Wear, erm," she said sniffing slightly. "Good clothes?"

I shook my head and scraped my chair back. "That's not important to me! You can't do this!"

"I'm afraid we can, and we probably will," The woman said snippily getting annoyed with me, her eyes even colder than before.

I could feel the tears run down my cheeks and held back a sob. "I won't go,"

"But -" she began.

But I wouldn't hear any of it. I threw open the kitchen door and I felt all eyes on me as I stormed past them all and up the stairs for my room. I heard Darry call out for me to stay down here but I flat out ignored him and went into my room shutting my door as loudly as I could muster, which well wasn't actually that loud, and I sat on my bed and cried to myself.

They couldn't make me go away! Or could they? I know when Dar got the guardianship over the three of us they were all very wary but we'd been good together! I was still in school and getting good grades they couldn't do this to us! They couldn't do this to me! I hate to sound like a whiner but I couldn't leave my brothers, the gang. My family. I couldn't leave any of them, this wasn't right and this wasn't fair. And you can damn bet I would not go down without a fight.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and got off of my bed. I had a tiny mirror hanging on my wall next to my bed and I peered in it. Just like I expected I cry for a couple of minutes and my eyes go puffy and red. And there was no way of denying I was crying though since they'd all seen me cry downstairs just before. Sniffing slightly I took a deep breath and opened my door. I couldn't hear that stupid woman anymore or the two cops so I presumed they'd gone, walking back in my room to look out my window I saw the cop car was gone and so would they be gone.

Sighing slightly I knew it was my turn to make dinner and I also knew there would be no way of getting out of it unless I was totally bedridden and even then I'm sure Darry would drag me downstairs to cook. Walking back out of my room I slowly walked down the hall and I could hear them all talking, and no it actually wasn't about me, it was about the fuzz finally deciding to care. I had to laugh, they didn't care about us, they just cared about getting Ponyboy and Johnny locked up because they just liked to see us put through pain. They really were evil. There was no doubt about that.

"Hey Pixie," Sodapop began as soon as I'd descended the stairs and walked a step into the lounge.

I looked up at him, my eyes were red and puffy, actually I have no proof of this but I'm sure they were anyway. "Sodapop do not start on me unless you have a death wish."

Soda just glared at me. "Aren't I allowed to ask how my sister is?"

"No you're not," I said simply with a little shrug. "I am not in the mood Sodapop Curtis do not bug me right now. It's quite simple Soda, doesn't need instructions or nothin'."

Sodapop looked really annoyed with me now and I'm sorry to say I didn't even feel one bit guilty. Darry gave a look to tell me he would not deal with that attitude right now but I just glared back at him. Two-Bit stared at me weirdly, since well he was the only one I'd ever really snap at without a full-blown fight coming after it. Steve just rolled his eyes, I think he was the one most used to my little outbursts of frustrations since my brothers usually didn't pay attention to them and the other guys who normally were the source of my frustration didn't think much of them. Boys.

I walked straight past the four of them and into the kitchen. I opened our cupboards debating what exactly I should cook. I didn't even want to cook tonight, well I never wanted to cook any Monday or Thursday night but tonight I just did not feel like it in the least. I bit my lip and scanned the cupboard for something easy. Sighing after giving up the hope of making something easy I closed that cupboard and glanced outside.

I knew then that I just didn't want to be home. I needed to go out, anywhere, I didn't care I just needed some fresh air to breathe, to think. Just get me some space! I was choking in this atmosphere of angry feelings, sadness; the emotions were too much for me when I had my own to deal with. Staring as the sun began to fade I picked up Sodapop's jacket which was slung over a chair and slipped it on, it'd be a lot warmer than a lot of mine, that is if I made it outside dodging questions which I didn't want to really answer.

"I'm going out," I said suddenly walking into the lounge room straight to our tiny front hall to open the door when Darry had finally comprehended just what I said and Sodapop realized it was his jacket.

"You're not going out alone!" Darry said loudly and I heard him stand up. "Pixie you heard what they said they're looking for revenge."

I sighed loudly and turned around a bit, "I'll be fine, I won't just roam the streets, look I just want to go out a bit, be alone," I said trying to put a point on 'alone'.

"Just call us to get us if it gets too late," Darry said looking me in the eye silently telling me that if anything happened I would die. "Got it?"

"Got it," I said turning out the door when Sodapop cried out. "Why are you wearing my jacket?"

I giggled slightly and continued down the street ignoring him completely. Oh well I'd borrowed it before, I mean if he really wanted me to get cold then I'd give it back, but I'm sure Sodapop wouldn't wish that on his favorite sister now would he?

I folded my arms across my chest and looked around the lot. I kept walking past it, the lot was very creepy during the day, well that's what I thought, since it was well the biggest open space near our house, the park being the next and it was just soo…empty. I had been walking around for about ten or fifteen minutes not too sure where I was going when I realized the direction I was going.