Court day!

Two-Bit POV

Dally wouldn't let me out of his sight, it was annoying. But, at least he didn't carry me down the street, like his eyes said he would. But I still staggered a few feet in front of him. We got to my house after a few minutes. He was staring at me the whole time.

"Stop staring at me, Dal."

"Hmpf."

"Don't get in trouble on your way back, or I'll come by and kill ya myself." I said, then slammed the door in his face. When I turned around, my mom was on me in a second.

"Keith!" she yelped, hugging me. I laughed and rubbed her back. I was still taller than her. She looked up at me, almost crying herself. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't get you out of the hospital or called Darrel yesterday, I was so busy at work." she managed to say in one breath.

"Geez, mom, calm down, I ain't dead." I said, chuckling. She was rubbing my head.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." I said, pealing her off of me. I staggered to the stairs. Halfway up them, she spoke up.

"Want me to cancel your flight to Arizona?" I turned to face her.

"No. I want to go. I need this job." I said, taking another step up the stairs, then I froze, "For Kendra and her kid."

--TWO DAYS LATER--

Court

"Mr. Matthews, to the stand please." said a voice. I looked up. It was court day, Dally and I were defending against the plaintiff, Mr. and Mrs. Shepard, who were not drunk for once. Angela Shepard was sitting directly behind her mother, Curly was directly behind his father. I felt bad for them, losing a son and all. "Mr. Matthews, please come to the stand."

"I'm comin', shaddup and wait for a moment." I barked, standing. I grabbed my cane; I refused to have a wheel-chair, canes are better, and I made my way to the stupid little box beside the big guy in the black robe. Some guy, I think he was the bailiff, stopped me and held a Bible in front of me. He mimed me to put my hand on it, so I did.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"Huh?" I asked, "Oh... yeah." I said, grinning at the guy. He glared at me as I stumbled to the stand. I sat down and waited.

"So, your name is Keith?" the lawyer for the Shepard's asked, casually. I nodded.

"But my nickname is Two-Bit."

"Two-Bit?"

"Hey, I gotta get my two bit's worth in, man." I said, grinning. The judge cracked a laugh. He's weird, I thought.

"Anyways, you were there the night Timothy Shepard was murdered?"

"Yes, sir." I said, trying to be polite.

"Did you witness his death?" he asked me.

"Naw, I mean, it was kinda hard to keep focused when you have a huge gash in your chest and Darry leaning over you, blocking your view." I cracked, laughing a little.

"A gash?"

"Yeap, a knife stab." I said, grinning.

"Could you explain?"

"Well... I went down to the river bed where Tim was, intending to kill him for gettin' my sister pregnant and refusing to take care of the kid. Me and him began to fight, with switchblades of course, and it kinda went far and he..." I stopped and made an action of a blade going into my chest, "stabbed me."

"Then what happened?"

"I fell and the next thing I knew, Darry and Johnny were over me, stopping the bleeding." I said, "That's about it."

"Is that it?"

"Yes, sir!" I saluted him.

"So, Keith. I hear you might not be able to walk normally for at least a year or two."

"Yeah, but I'm fine with that as long as I can get places."

"Alright."he finished, "Nothing more, your honor."

"Can I go home?"

"No, just go back." I grinned and got up. I staggered past the bailiff and sat back next to Dally. He looked at me, frowning. I grinned at him.

"May I call Mr. Winston to the stand?" the lawyer asked. Dally stood and went to the stand. He was stopped by the bailiff and asked the same question I was. He answered and went to the stand. Then, the lawyer asked the same questions until Dally told him he knew who killed Tim.

"So, who killed Tim?" the lawyer asked, seriously. Dally leaned back in the chair and laced his hands behind his head.

"I did." And with that, Mrs. Shepard bent over and began to cry, like she had wanted to for a long time. Mr. Shepard was soothing her, or at least trying to.

"You did?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"I thought he killed Two-Bit." he said, "Tim was my best friend, but him killing someone in my gang, I couldn't handle it."

"No further questions, your honor." the lawyer finally said to the judge. The judge dismissed Dally and the lawyer from the stand. Dally sat next to me, sighing. Everyone became quiet as the jury left the room.

About thirty minutes later, they returned and all but one sat down. The one guy had a slip of paper. He was looking around the room, then his eyes fell on me. He had a sad expression on his face, made me confused. Then, when he looked at Dally, he narrowed his eyes.

"Have you reached a verdict?" the judge asked. The man nodded.

"We have, your honor."

"Lets hear it."

"In the case of Keith Matthews, we find the defendant..." he paused, allowing me to look behind me to see Kendra and my mom praying. I also saw Darry, Soda, Steve, and Johnny(Pony's at school), looking at me. I winked and turned back to the guy in the jury, "Not guilty in all charges." A roar of clapping erupted behind me, making me feel good. But then, I saw Dally. He was frowning.

"And in the case of Dallas Winston?"

"In the case of Dallas Winston... we find him..." he paused again. I was staring at Dally, "Guilty of all charges." Dally's face flushed white. I looked back at Darry and the others. Johnny was crying, Soda was hugging Steve, hiding his face and Darry looked hard. I looked back at Dally. He was wringing his hands on his shirt tail. I frowned and patted him on the shoulder. He looked at me and tried to smile. The judge was looking over some notes he took for a few, figuring out Dally's sentence. When he got it, he looked up.

"I sentence Dallas Winston to... ten years in prison." A lot of people began to clap, they were all on the Shepard side. It was sad. The fuzz walked over and took a hold onto Dally's shoulders and hauled him to his feet. They handcuffed him, but he looked at the judge for a moment.

"Anyway I can talk to the gang for a few?" he asked. The judge and bailiff exchanged looks. Then, he smiled up at Dally.

"Sure, one hour." he said. Dally grinned as the fuzz took off the handcuffs. "Darrel Curtis, you'll be in charge of him and you have to make sure he gets back here in an hour. Can you do that?"

"Of course sir." Darry said, standing up. He came and put a hand on Dally's shoulder. Then all us greasers stood and made our way out of the court house, followed by everyone else too. We piled into Darry's car and drove down to the Curtis house, which was only a few minuted away. The whole way down there, Johnny was clutching to Dally for dear life.

I can't believe Dallas Winston is going to the cooler for ten years.

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