OH NO. I DID NOT JUST
LOSE MY CHAPTER. GRRR.
This computer hates me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Johnny wanted to turn himself in. He wanted to possibly die. Personally, I couldn't belive this. So I got a few snide remarks in myself.
"Going suicidal on me eh?" I yelled from the back seat, beside Ponyboy. I don't mean to be rude all the time, but sometimes my temper gets the best of me and I just... blow up. I can't stand to see people I care about do stupid things, or sacrifice themselves for... assholes. Like Bob. This is all Bobs fault. I've probally said this before, but right about now I'd bring him back to life just to kill him again myself.
Johnny however, just gave me one of his oh-so famous pleading looks, but I just sat there glaring at him with my arms crossed, waiting for an answer.
Ponyboy, seeming hesitant to say anything, looked from me to Johnny and back to me again. Then he started lecturing me. He should've been lecturing Johnny.
"Rory, it's not your choice. If Johnny wants to do this then let him. Even if you don't want him to, there's nothing you can do to stop him. He killed a soc..."
Whatever. Ponyboy can go screw himself.
"No. I don't want him to DIE, Ponyboy. Obviously, you do. And obviously he has nothing against dieing, now does he! He. Used. To. Be. Suicidal. Maybe he still is. How do you know he didn't kill Bob on purpose so he could be killed by the poli-"
At that, Dally turned around and glared at me.
"Johnny would never kill someone on purpose, you dumb broad. Look at him! Does he look like a murderer to you? This isn't a game you stupid bitch!"
I wasn't too happy with being called a 'dumb broad' or a 'stupid bitch', but personally, I didn't want to get my ass kicked by Dally, so I shut my mouth real quick. But then, I turned back to Johnny.
"If you go to jail even, you'll be like my step sister... INSANE! Do you want that to happen?"
Ponyboy gave me a 'look'.
"You have a step-sister? And she can't be that bad."
I raised an eyebrow.
"You'd be suprised."
But then, we passed by the church... or, er... as it'll now be called; the burning church. Why? Because it was on fire. Yes, fire. If only Dally hadn't pulled up to see what was going on... if only. But it was too late, Ponyboy had hopped out of the car while Johnny, Dally and I were watching the church going up in flames, our mouths hanging open in shock.
Until... Johnny got out of the car too. Dally made an attempt to grab him, but failed and he went running up the hill to join Ponyboy. Oh god. Oh my god, it just couldn't get worse, could it? Well, okay, so maybe it could. Shutup. All I knew was that they weren't going in there alone. What if something happened? I had to go with them. I'd be their backup... their bodygaurd... whatever.
I heard Dally grumble;
"Not you too," as I opened the car door and started running towards the hill, only to find that Pony and Johnny had already climbed in through a hole they'd made. Great. Just great. Johnny was going to go to jail, become loony like Hailie or die in a fire. Or die from execution. I don't see a pausative side to this, but I'd rather have him be a weirdo than die.
I climbed through the hole they'd made, and was suprised by how much smoke had filled the church. Wasn't this church supposed to be abandoned? If it's abandoned then why are there like... kids in it? But whatever. (A/N: I've always wondered about that. Tell me if you know.)
I was going to murder Ponyboy if he got one of them killed.
I reached the corner of the room where they were dropping kids out of the window. As Ponyboy dropped the last one out, Johnny tried to move; but couldn't. He was stuck. Ooh shit. Ponyboy made a move to go and get him, but I shook my head and pointed to the window, yelling;
"Go!"
Nodding, he left. I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't panic. Not now. Noo... I had to stay calm. But I couldn't. So, as a peice of wood began to fall, right above Johnny, I shoved him out of the way and I took the hit for him. I could feel it hit my back, and I could feel it breathing. The last thing I saw; a flash of orange. Fire. The last thing I heard; Johnny's scream. And my own.
Oh fuck.
