Chapter 5: Socs and Officers
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Sodapop's POV
Steve and I were searching the West Side for any no-good Soc that was in the car. Two-Bit had described the car for us.
I heard a blaring horn behind us and saw a fancy cherry-red Corvette trailing us.
"That's the car," Steve whispered. Rage poured over me and clouded my senses.
"Hey! Your the ones that put my brother in the hospital!" I screamed accusingly.
"That greaser deserves to die. He killed Bob and it's our job to put you hoods in your places," One of them sneered at us.
They stepped out of the car, four of them, and surrounded us. I swung at the tallest one but missed, but that was all it took to start the fight.
A punch in the sent me staggering back, but I recovered and swing twice as hard. I could see Steve taking most of the hits in his stomach and face. I felt a hard punch to my lip that made me taste blood. I spit at them and kicked the tallest one in the ribs.
All of a sudden got in the car and took off. I was confused until I heard a voice behind me.
"Your under arrest." I felt an office grab my hands and place them in handcuffs. I was shoved into the back of a police car along with Steve.
I was so done for. Darry was gonna ground me for life!
"Always my nose, Soda. Why do I always break my nose?" Steve asked, trying to lighten the mood. I took one look at his swollen purple nose and started to laugh hysterically.
"It's a large target," I informed him. He bumped me with his shoulder.
"Your lucky I'm in handcuffs," he said, still laughing.
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"Darry?" I cooed in a sweet and innocent voice. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
There was a moment of hesitation and then Darry spoke. "What do you want?"
"Bail," I mumbled. Another pause.
"Sodapop Patrick Curtis, what on earth is wrong with you? I still have hospital bills to pay and the state is breathing down my neck." I endured the lecture without comment until he agreed to come pick me up. I walked back to the cell shared with Steve.
I looked him over for a moment. His knuckles were busted and his nose was broken, but nothing else seemed to be injured. My lip was busted and my knuckles were bruised, but nothing else hurt. For an uneven fight we walked away pretty unscathed, I thought, until I saw Darry.
I waked silently to the car without making eye contact. When we got in the car it was still silent and it remained silent until we got home. I endured another long lecture until I heard "Grounded, three weeks Soda. And your paying your own bail."
Pay bail? "That will take me months to pay off," I complained. Darry shrugged.
"Work extra shifts, do whatever, but you have to live with the consequences, Soda," Darry told me before leaving me standing in the doorway, furious.
"I'm going to the hospital," I called through clenched teeth. Steve, who had waited in the car for me, went to the hospital with me.
A/N: Suggestions are my very best friend.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee