13: Lawyer Phone Call
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Ponyboy's POV
Soda had left early this morning to make a phone call, leaving me alone in the hotel room. He told me this morning that he was scheduling a court hearing to try and get custody of me.
"I'm going to meet the lawyer, Ponyboy, but you need to stay here," Soda commanded me as he opened the door. "Will you be okay by yourself?"
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm sixteen years old, I'll be fine. Just... Just get custody, okay?" I couldn't handle going back to Darry, I'd run away or something.
Soda hugged me. "Don't worry, I won't let them take you away," he promised me.
X
I grabbed two dollars out of my suitcase and walked across the street to a cheap burger joint with a golden arch outside of the building. I ordered two cheese burgers to go. Soda's had everything on it while I ordered mine without pickles. I wasn't very picky normally, but I hated pickles.
"$1.65," the cashier told me. I handed her the two dollars and she gave me the change.
X
I was eating a burger when Sodapop walked in. I waved him over and handed him his cheese burger. He licked his lips hungrily.
"The court hearing is in two weeks. Until then let's find an apartment and get out of this hotel," he told me. I was excited to get a house, to start over.
"Yeah, I miss having a home," I admitted. Soda smiled sadly at me.
"I know," he told me and ruffled my hair. I swatted him away impatiently.
He stood up, my back cracking stiffly, and threw away the McDonald's bag.
X
I woke up to loud knocking on the door. Soda, still half asleep, opened the door without checking to see who it was. It all happened so fast and before either of us could react, Darry barged through the door and pushed Soda out of the way, grabbing my arm roughly.
I didn't dare to speak in protest or struggle; I was scared.
"Soda, Soda, Soda," Darry started with the click of his tongue, "did you really think you could hide from me? I'm his legal guardian."
"Not for long," Soda interjected.
"Pony's still a minor and I reported him missing. When you talked to that lawyer, the cops called me with his location," Darry yelled and gripped my arm tighter.
"Soda?" I whimpered.
"Get out of here Darry!" Soda shouted.
"Not a chance. I spent months thinking you were dead, and you can't just rise from the dead and take away my family," Darry yelled harshly. I finally shook my arm free from Darry's grasp.
"Call the cops," Soda whispered; too low for Darry to hear.
As Soda argued with Darry I quietly slipped into the bedroom and called 9-1-1.
"What's your emergency?" I was greeted with a way-too-perky-voice for my liking.
"Somebody broke into our hotel room," I told her as calmly as I could with Darry right in the other room. I gave her my address and hung up just as Darry walked in and threw the phone across the room.
"What are you doing?" He screamed at me and slapped me across the face.
Soda came behind Darry and held him by his arms. Darry struggled to get out of Soda's grasp and when he did he lunged at me. I tried to move out of the way, but Darry grabbed me and put his hands around my neck.
"Let him come with me, or else I'll kill him!" Darry warned. Soda looked close to panic, but his chocolate brown eyes were blazing.
I felt cool metal on my throat. I knew then that I was going to die. The sick warm feeling of blood trickled down my neck.
"Ponyboy," My name being called was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee