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Sodapop's PPV

I didn't have a chance to respond because Ponyboy stumbled out of his room and the doorbell rang. None of the gang rang the doorbell so Darry answered it. I was met face-to-face with the Tulsa Police Department, and they did not look very happy.

Maybe now wasn't the best time to tell Ponyboy that I dropped out.

Ponyboy's POV

I could hear Soda and Darry talking so I decided to get out of bed or else I would be able to sleep tonight. I heard the doorbell ring and saw Darry answering it. It was the police.

What did mom and dad do now? I thought begrudgingly. If they were arrested then Soda and I would have to go to a Boys Home. I was starting to get scared when I heard the five key words, "car accident," "hospital," and "critical condition."

I froze. No matter how much my parents hated me I hoped that one day they would love me. I choked on a sob, holding onto Soda's arm for support. Darry took action, gathering us up to go to the hospital. He told me to breathe, but each breathe was shaky and weak.

I somehow made it into the truck, but I'm not sure how I did.

I walked into the hospital and sat down while Darry asked for information. It was two hours before Darry was called into a separate room. I knew that wasn't good.

"It's okay, Ponyboy. Take a deep breathe or else your going to hyperventilate," he soothed me softly. I tried to do what he said when Darry cane out, his face stoic and free of any emotion.

"Pony, Soda..." Darry started, taking a deep breath,"She's gone. Dad was high and crashed into a tree. She flew through the windshield. I'm going to call the gang."

I heard Soda break down and start to sob next to me. It took a few seconds for the news to hit me. Soda wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rested his chin on my head as we cried. I squished my face into his chest and sniffled, trying to calm down. I wasn't sure why I was upset, but I was. I would always love my mom even if the love was only one-sided.

Darry's POV

Mom was dead? I wanted to cry, but I couldn't in front of my brothers. They sobbed in each others arms.

I went to the front desk and asked for information on my dad in a strangled voice. That had no information on him other than the fact that he was critical which we knew from the cops.

I saw the gang in the waiting room comforting my brothers. I knew I was close to breaking so I escaped to the nearby bathroom stall. I shut the stall door and let the sobs overtake my body. I couldn't believe she was gone and that I couldn't say goodbye. I didn't care what she did to us, I loved her.

I felt bile rush up my throat ad burn it. I leaned over the toilet and threw up. The stress was overwhelming and crushing me in the small stall.

After a few more minutes I shakily got up to my feet and washed my face off with cold water. I focused on the fact that dad was still alive and that my brothers were safe. I decided to see, again, if they had any information on dad.

A/N: Poor Curtis's. Will they open up about this abuse now that Mrs. Curtis is dead? Please review.