Chapter 3: The Price Of The Written Word
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own The Outsiders? No. The real owner of The Outsiders is the best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write on this site.
A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Flames killed Johnny. ;) Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they might be. Thank you.
Sodapop's POV (February 5th, 1967)
Two-Bit got hauled into the station for questioning yesterday. Stupid police. It's always the boyfriend they say. Luckily, the fuzz let him go after holding him for some kind of drinking charge. Good thing too, or else Steve and I probably woulda busted him outta there ourselves and that wouldn't have helped us any.
OoOoOoO (February 6th, 1967)
Darry said we needed to go through her things. I got defensive and screamed at him that he just wanted to erase her and forget her and all the other hurtful words that I could think off right off of the bat. But instead of yelling at me and getting angry he pulled me into a hug and let me sob. Ponyboy came out of his bedroom then, his lip quivering shakily. We all three sat on the couch together, but I was the only one who sobbed. Pony and Darry both held it together. I was still a little upset at them then, but I understand now.
We were in her room the next day when we found her diary. Darry had just started to clean out just a few trivial, unimportant things, when found her old diary from this year. I couldn't bring myself to read it just yet, but I knew that I would have to, soon. I just didn't know what it would reveal about her life.
OoOoOoO (February 7th, 1967)
When Darry and I got him from work that night, we decided to turn on the news for a little backroad noise. What I heard shocked me.
"...unidentified female body found slain and naked in an abandoned field in the suburbs of Tulsa. The body was found just eleven miles away from that of another young teen, killed in similar manner just one week earlier. Police have not released the identities of these two girls, but both girl were only in their late teens, sixteen and nineteen, and both of them having dark hair. Is a serial killer on the loose in Oklahoma, preying on young girls with dark hair?"
"Darry," I yelled to my older brother who was in the kitchen heating up the remnants of last night's casserole. "You gotta come see this!"
When he came into the living room, shock clouded his tired features when I repeated back to him what the reporter had announced.
"Nuh-uh, no way," was all Darry replied with, followed by a few curse words mumbled under his breath.
"This is crazy." I spoke everyone's thoughts. What is going on here? The only two people who know are dead.
A/N: Who do you guys think did it? Was it really just a random crime?
Word Count: 545 Words.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee xXx