Chapter 7: Two Blows To The Head
All Or Nothing
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Carla's POV (January 31st, 1967)
It all happened so quick. One minute I was smoking outside of the bar, and the next the cigarette slipped from my fingers and I was grabbed from behind by an unknown man. He was wearing a black ski mask and had a deep, gravely voice when he spoke. He wrapped his hand over my mouth tightly, preventing me from screaming. I couldn't even scream if I wanted to, I was frozen in my spot.
"We is gonna play a little game. When I take 'way my hand, you don't talk or else I'll stab you to death with this 'ere knife." He held one of the largest knifes I had ever seen against my throat. "Do I make myself clear?" I didn't nod or give any recognition that I understood, but he removed his hand anyway from over my mouth.
"What is he going to do with me?" I wondered, scared. I wished desperately than one of the gang would come check on me, and then I took it back. I didn't want one of them to get hurt because of me.
I thought that I was safe after he took away the knife too, but then something heavy and sharp hit me in the back of the head and everything went completely dark and silent.
Sodapop's POV (February 10th, 1967)
I saw Ponyboy go down first. Memories of the previous rumble flashed trough my head. All of the Socs, as cowardly and wimpy as they were, ran. Darry saw Pony too and was by my side instantly. He kneeled down by our little brother.
'Not two siblings. Oh God, you can't take away six of my family members in just over a year.' My stomach jolted violently and I hurled.
I didn't remember much after that. Somehow, we got Ponyboy to the hospital in time. We found out that he received another concussion from the kind-hearted Soc's foot, and three busted up ribs. "But he'll be okay, he's a tough kid," the doctor told us. Relief was all I felt and I'm sure Darry felt it too.
"If he keeps gettin' concussions like this we might have to consider a helmet or somethin'," the grey-haired doctor joked, his green eyes twinkling. He had the kid of personality that would put anybody at ease. I liked him a lot.
What I didn't like was the very next day. Darry forced me to go home and get some rest, but I saw that we had a voicemail. I played it and once I heard the voice I listened real close.
"Sodapop, it's over. I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I never meant to hurt you or anyone, I'm sorry. I'm pregnant. It's not your baby. You know that. I have to move to Florida with my grandmother."
I dropped to my knees. Not Sandy, please.
I called her back with shaking hands.
"Sandy, please don't do this. I'll marry you anyway. I'll raise the kid as my own," I offered to her desperately.
"You can't do that Soda. I'm sorry. Please," Sandy told me. I couldn't get anything else past my lips. She hung up after a minute.
I dragged myself to Ponyboy and I's room and cried into my pillow that smelt like him. I though of Sandy and us together. I wondered why she did it. And then I thought of memories with Carla, and even with Ponyboy. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore and then I cried even harder because I just couldn't stop crying. I must have cried myself to sleep because I opened my eyes and blaring golden lights streamed into my window.
My eyes were dry. I was all cried out. Maybe for good.
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Word Count: 759 words.
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