Chapter 5: Carla's Diary, and A Shocking Secret Revealed
All Or Nothing
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Sodapop's POV (February 8th, 1967)
When I told Darry that I had a friend coming over tonight, I instantly regretted it by the look on his face. He looked so tired and worn-down, and I hated adding more trouble, but I just had to see Cherry. As soon as possible.
"She'll be over in an hour," I informed him. I wanted to tell him so bad that Cherry might know what happened to Carla, but I just couldn't. I didn't need to add to his stress level right now.
"She? Is it Sandy that's comin' over?" Darry asked me tiredly, but I shook my head.
"Cherry and I are working on something tonight."
"Alright," Darry answered simply, returning to the funeral bills that he was working on.
"Hey!" Ponyboy came bounding into the room, excited about something. "There's gonna be a huge rumble Saturday night. Are we gonna fight in it, Darry?"
"Of course," I responded for Darry quickly. We had to go. Don't ask me why, violence won't bring Carla back, but we have to do something about it.
Everybody thought that the Socs had raped and killed Carla, so Tim Shepard arranged the rumble and asked almost every gang he knew of to fight with us. It was just going to be his gang, Brumbly, and our gang fighting though.
Carla touched, made friends with, and knew a lot of people all over Tulsa. I smiled, and this time it didn't hurt so bad to remember her. She was special. She was my sister.
There was a knock on the door that startled us all. I peaked out the window and laughed. It was Cherry, of course.
"Come on in," I let her inside our cramped, but welcoming living room. "Let's go talk in my room."
"Keep the door open," Darry called cheekily over his shoulder. Ponyboy let out a loud laugh.
"Yeah, ha ha," I chuckled sarcastically as I led Cherry into my humble abode.
"It was a bull session," Cherry started as she sat on one of my chairs, pushing a few pieces of paper off. "Randy said that Bob was talking about your sister's, you know what..."
Red-hot rage poured over me like lava. It burned and destroyed everything it touched. It took every once of strength in me not to go kill Bob right then and there.
"He said, in some incredibly vulgar language," there was that Socy pristine attitude again, "that she was dating some black guy."
"Well, he's lying then, right?" I astonished.
"But remember, Bob and Carla wee really close. How could we say that she wasn't? I'm sorry, Sodapop."
An idea hit me out of nowhere. "Her diary!"
"What?" Cherry asked, startled by my outburst.
"I found her diary a few days ago. I bet you that there might be some clues in there." The excited bravado wore off. Now, I was left shaky at the thought of reading my sister's diary. I thought I was getting better, healing, but my scars were cut open and bleeding again.
Word Count: 615 words
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