Jocelyn Curtis

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Dally's POV

"Darry.." Soda said. He sounded like he was going to cry.

"Don't worry little buddy, we will find her" Darry said.

"Maybe your parents took her" Layla said.

"What?" I said.

"Your parents" she repeated.

"My parents left Tulsa a while ago!" I said getting upset.

"Really? Cause we saw them the day after Joy arrived at them home" Kenna said.

"WHAT!?" the gang and I all screamed.

"Kenna, what do you mean they went to the home you were out?" Darry said.

"Every Saturday people would come to adopt. They would say what ages they wanted and the groups with those ages would go into the main room. The first Saturday Joy was there, a few people came to the home. There was a women, none of us wanted her to take us. Then 2 more people came in, Joy knew who they were. We didn't. She started fighting with them, then we all got in trouble. She said they were your parents" Lavender explained.

"They wanted to adopt Joy, but she said that they just wanted to hurt her" Rihanna said.

"That's because they hate her" Two-bit said.

I can't believe they are back in Tulsa. This means they have been in Tulsa for at least 7 months.

"Dally, your gonna get her, right?" Pony asked.

"I can't, I'm sorry"

"Don't you care about her?" Steve said.

"I do! I just don't want to go back to their house!"

"So you rather us lose our sister so you don't have to see your parents again!?" Soda said. He seemed upset and sad at the same time.

"Look! Im sorry! But I'm never going back to their house!"

"This is why I said you couldn't date her" Darry said dead serious.

"Come on Dal, please help her" Johnny said.

"I'm not going back to that house! And neither are any of you! End of discussion!"

"She has your necklace" Johnny said.

"Sh!t" I said turning to leave the house.

"So you'll go get your necklace, but you won't save our sister! Your a f*cking a$$hole!" Soda said with tears running down his face.

"Soda come here. Pony never repeat what he just said." Darry said.

I walked out of the house. I walked down the street and over a few neighborhoods to where they had lived, assuming they lived in the same house. I walked to the house and heard a male scream. Yup, it was the right house. I walked up to the door and pounded on the door. Nobody answered, so I pounded on the door again. I herd them screaming inside the house for the other one to get the door. They finally agreed that they both would. The door opened and the smell of alcohol hit me. I lived in a bar, so I should be used to it, but memories from my childhood hit me fast.

"What do you want" my dad said. He was drunk, so was my mother.

"Give me her" I said annoyed.

"We don't know what your talking about. Who is she?" My mom said.

"I know you have her. Just give me her"

"We will give you something you actually care about instead" my dad said.