Chapter 3

Patrick's POV

1 year later.

J.D was going to kill me. She was going to rip out my organs and then shot me. I can't believe that I got caught! Damn that Anderson kid! He was supposed to be the damn lookout! And did anyone else get hauled in? NO! I am the only one that got caught, thank you so much Two-Bit for arresting me and calling my sister! I can't thank you enough!

It was about two in the morning, so only me and Two-Bit were in the police station, just waiting for J.D to come pick me up. She'll either have to leave Mikey at home, or get Mrs. Borax to stay with him. Why is it that when I want to get drunk and have a little fun, I get in trouble?

"You keep tapping your foot like that; it's going to fall off." Two-Bit says lazily. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, when is J.D going to get here?" I ask myself. Two-Bit chuckles.

"I wouldn't be asking that question kid, you're going to be in a whole world of hurt when J.D gets her hands on you."

"Well you didn't have to call her, you could have just dropped me off at the house and let me go." I said leaning back into the chair.

"WOW! No, your sister called me, in tears mind you, begging me to go looking for you. She thought that you got jumped, kidnapped, and God knows else what." He said pointing at me. I shook my head.

After about fifteen more minutes, J.D came in. Wearing her pajama pants and a jacket, looking so angry that I thought that steam would come out of her ears.

"J.D….." I started.

"Get your ass in the car, Patrick." She said harshly. I sighed and nodded, going to the exit of the police station. I stopped by the door and listened to what J.D and Two-Bit were saying to each other.

"Two-Bit, I just, I don't know what to do with him anymore. If it's not drinking, it's fighting, if it's not fighting its skipping school. The state is threatening to take him and Mike away if he keeps it up! I'm drowning here! I can't do this! Mikey still wakes up at night, crying for dad, and what the hell am I suppose to tell him? Huh? Tell me what the hell I am suppose to do! Did Darry get some sort of "How to Raise Your Siblings" manual? Where is my copy? I don't know what I'm doing Two-Bit, I don't know why Dad wanted me to have custody, Darry should have gotten them, he would have been way better." She finished, she sounded like she was crying.

"J.D, you're doing fine. Your only 22, no one expected to you to know how to raise two kids. Especially two like your brothers." He said. J.D chuckled.

"Thank you for finding him. I'm glad it was you and not some other cop. You're not going to book him are you?" she asked.

"No, but he needs to get his act together, honey. If he gets in trouble again, I can't help him. Maybe you should have Darry or Soda talk to him. He never really got over your Dad."

I swallowed hard, no one talked about Dad, no one.

"Alright, I'll have Uncle Darry talk to him. Thanks Two-Bit." She said.

"Anytime, J.D"

I ran out to the car and got in before J.D saw me. I laid back and pretend to be asleep as she drove us home. She got M.J out of the back and shook me gently.

"Inside Pat. You're grounded. One month. No, TV, friends, or phone." She said as she carried M.J inside. I nodded. I could do without that. I went to bed that night, trying to get my mind out its haze from the beer me and Anderson drank.

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