Chapter Seventeen

Soda POV

"You're telling me that you were kidnapped for six months and don't have any idea who took you?"

"That's what I said, right?"

The cops were getting antsy. They'd been at our house for thirty minutes and hadn't gotten much.

"I don't believe that, Miss Curtis."

She looked more and more exhausted. I stepped in.

"Detective Miles, she's still weak and sick. We were also told there'd been signs of her being beaten. She just got home, can we not do this now?"

He gave her a look. She sighed.

"It was one man in charge and I also heard a woman several times. That's all I know."

Detective Miles seemed satisfied with that and we didn't hear from him again. Since she said she didn't see exactly who it was, they never called her in to make an identification. That night, I was woken up by a scream. I ran to the source to find Keegan trying to wake her up.

"Scar! Scar, wake up! You're home! Dad!"

I ran over and gently touch her.

"She's burning up..."

We took her to the hospital and they kept her for a few hours until her fever went down.

"Sorry..."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. You can't help it."

The next few weeks went by uneventful other than nightmares. We homeschooled the kids, and did our best to make everything seem normal. One day, I got a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sodapop. It's Detective Miles."

I gripped the phone tighter.

"We got a lead and got the guy. His name's Kenny Hurst. Turns out, he was June's half brother."

When I told Scar, she had a confused look on her face, but didn't say anything.

Scar POV

I was smoking a cigarette on the back porch... It was late at night, and I was just thinking about what Sodapop had told me.

"Hey..."

I stiffened. I looked to my right to see Freddy leaning up against the house. I started backing away towards the door.

"I'm not here to take you back... I was planning on letting you go before you told them who you were."

"Why?"

He looked down.

"I gave June an option, I had to do the same for you. You would've eventually gotten out anyways."

"Then, why blame Kenny?"

"Kenny was after you, and he wouldn't have let you go. This way, the cops are off my back and you're safe. Although, you'd be safer if you confessed you saw him."

"I swore I didn't."

"But, you said you heard him, right?"

"Yeah..."

He played me a recording of his voice. The next day, Detective Miles did a lineup with my back to them and they had to speak. When I heard his voice, I turned around to look at him. He looked a lot like Freddy, only he had this sick smile on his face, thinking I wouldn't pick him.

"Number 7."

Detective Miles smiled.

"Alright, everyone except number 7 can leave."

The smile left his face, and he was arrested without me having to go to the trial.

The gang had gotten closer. I was even closer to Jason and Mikey. This was definitely an experience I could've done without, and I missed my dad, but I did have a family. That's the most important thing I could've asked for.

Author's note: I know, I know. It's a sucky ending, but I couldn't think straight. I've been trying to figure out an ending for two weeks and this is the best I could do. I'm sorry. I hope my next story is better, and hopefully longer.