The outsiders

Worse

It has been ten hours since our argument. I looked at the clock and sure enough it was eight o clock at night. I sigh and take a deep breath and slowly unlock the door. I creep out and walk into the kitchen, knowing he was at work. I grab some hamburgers and set to frying them. I fixed my dinner and say out a plate for Soda. He never came.

Two hours pass. It is now ten, Soda still is not home.

Hours pass.

Soon it is morning.

Soda still is not home

I take a deep breath, having not slept at all, I was exhausted.

I slowly get dressed and it's a wonder nothing was backwards or inside out.
I walk a couple of minuets to the Curtis house and walked on in. Darry was sitting at the breakfast table.

"Hey Bree, what's wrong?" He asked slowly standing.

"Soda, lied to me and then h-he didn't c-c-come home last night after our f-f-fight. " I almost sob.

Darry wraps his arms around me. Rubbing my back as I sobbed.

"Shhh he's at Steve's. " he whispered.

I sob harder. Don't get me wrong I'm glad he's okay but he left me alone for a whole night.

Things were falling apart.