Chapter 10 "Let the guilty pay"
The gang stood up cheering like a war just ended. I got on top of the table cheering, and like a manic. My dad was cussing out the cops as they hand cuffed him.
We headed out of the court house and headed to the truck. The boys were jumping around, pushing each other, cheering, and yelling.
Good thing we didn't stay any longer, we would have gotten kicked out for sure.
Darry ended up making us walk, or in this case run back to the house, while he went somewhere.
We got back to the house in a record of time, but we didn't stay long, cause once Soda saw the football on the couch. We went to the park and played football for about a hour before we went back to the house and stayed there.
Darry came back in a few more hours, "Guess what I did?" Darry asked us all excited.
"What?" Two-bit asked, annoyed.
"Rayna you're staying with us," Darry said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean your living with us for now on, a social worker is coming tomorrow."
"Great, a social worker," I said sarcastically, "I hate social workers."
"Well everyone off to bed, if you aren't going to sleep now, then leave," Darry ordered.
He wouldn't have said that if Johnny was awake, but he wasn't he was passed out on the floor next to the couch.
Dally got up off the couch, threw Two-bit off of it, picked up Johnny and laid him down on the couch with a blanket and pillow.
"Fine I'll just sleep here," Two-bit said, lying down on the floor.
"Steve, floor," Dally instructed Steve, from the chair.
Steve obeyed and leaned against the couch on the floor, and closed his eyes. Dally looked at the, now 3 sleeping boys satisfied and he fell asleep in the chair.
I went upstairs and fell asleep, after I took my dress off, I put on a tank top and shorts. I set the alarm clock before I went to bed too.
'Beep…Beep….Beep', "Shut up," I moaned throwing the clock at the wall.
'BEEP…..BEEP….BEEP…..BEEP' the alarm clock went off at 8. I got up and turned the alarm off, I changed into my black dress from the first trial. I wanted to impress the social worker. I didn't want to go to a foster home, no way, not happening.
I go down stairs to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and hair, then I go to the kitchen. To find, the social worker standing at the table. I walked over, and she noticed me.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Rayna Hunter," she stuck out her hand.
I got nervous, and looked over at Darry for help. I hated shaking hands, it just-it reminded me of my dad grabbing me by the wrists.
So I step back shaking my head saying, "I-I don't shake hands."
"Oh," she said, bringing her hand down. She gave me a weak smile, and I looked down.
She checks the house, and my room. She writes things down on a notebook, and then she went to the front door.
"Everything seems good. Darrel, you are doing a great job taking care of your brothers. So Rayna is going to have very happy life," she smiled at her last sentence.
She walked out the door, and I turned to my new 3 older brothers, and hugged them.
"Welcome to the family," Soda said happily, giving me a tight big hug.
"Yeah, what he said," Pony said, also giving me a hug.
Darry smiled at me, and I hugged him. All of a sudden the phone rang, Darry went to get it.
He came back with a not so happy face, "What?" I asked.
"The funeral, it's today," Darry said.
I nodded, a lump formed in my throat that I couldn't sallow. I wore the same thing I had on. The gang came too.
The funeral seemed to last forever, it was sad, heartbreaking. But I didn't cry, I couldn't, I just stared blankly at their coffins. We left as soon as it was over.
Went back home, lying in the living room. None of us said anything, the TV wasn't even on. Finally I got up, "Anyone want to walk with me."
Before anyone said anything, Johnny got up. So we walked together around the neighborhood.
"It ain't fair," Johnny said suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It ain't fair that you have to go through all of this."
"I know. But your life is worse than mine, so don't you dare give me all of your pity," I said.
"It's still not fair, it's not fair for any of us," Johnny said.
"I know. But it is what it is, and we can't change that," I said.
Johnny nodded understanding, and we kept walking.
I don't understand. I don't understand how our lives can be like this. I don't understand how families can be like ours. I don't understand how people can hurt each other, fight, and yell. I don't understand how parents can hurt their own kids. And I probably never will. My life has been hard but, I'm still living, and I'm grateful for that. My brothers and mother are dead, Yes, but I'm still alive. My dad hates me and doesn't care about me, Yes, but I have friends and a new family that do. I'm a low life greasers, and most people hate me, Yes, but there is more greasers then me out there, and were a family, we stick up for each other. I still have manic, hypomanic, depression, and mixed active episodes, Yes, but I have friends, no scratch that, best friends to go through it with me, and they will help me. Everything is looking up for me, and I'm grateful. I'm just glad I'm alive, living, breathing, with best friends to care about me. I never will understand, Yes, but I'm making it through life, and that's pretty hard, so I'm just going to focus on my life now, not the past or future, only now.
THE END
Author's note: please R&R, and tell me what you think. There will be a part 2!