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The Cooler |chapter 7|

After our shift we all went to the police station. As we were there, we saw Dally in handcuffs and Darry was being questioned. The only reason Two-bit wasn't called was because school hadn't let out yet. All of us got put into separate rooms. Neither of us could see one another so we couldn't tell if anyone was alright. As I sat, waiting for someone to question me I started to get a bit angry. I pounded on the glass screaming for someone to let me out. I could tell someone was yelling back but the voice was too faint to tell who it was. After a while the fuzz did walk in. He looked all serious and holding what looked like a flie. As he sat down on the other side of me, he opened the folder up.

"Ms. Hutson," he began. "You have quite a record," he said. I looked at him with a blank expression. "Yeah,so what?" I asked. "Did you pull me in here for questions or to interrogate me about my life?" I asked. He looked at the flie.I could tell now that it wasn't the case file on Bob. It was a file on me. He looked up from the papers. "It seemed you were quite young when you were first put in the cooler," he said. "It turns out you where put in the same facility with Mr. Winston." My eyes widened. "So that's where I know him from," I whispered. "What's that?" The man asked. I shook my head. "So, are Mr. Curtis and Mr. Cade, good children?" He asked. Without question I said, "Absolutely." He closed the file. "Why so quick to respond?" He asked.

"Because Pony has been through a lot in the past eight months, so has Dally and Soda. Johnny is only 16 and he's already dropped out of school but he's pretty smart. So don't ask me if two children are good people because I reassured you officer, these children are good people," I explained. "Do you know Bob?" He asked. "No, I'm not in school," I said. Then silents spread across the room. "So your parents are very complicated people," he commented. I slammed my hand on the table and my voice started to raise. "Do you NOT get to talk to my parents, do you understand?" I told him. "You have a temper. I wonder where you got that from," he said. I stood up in anger by still keeping my composure. "Are we done here?" I asked. He got up. "We still have to keep you here but another person needs the room," he said.

As the officer got up he started to approach me. "You don't get to touch me," I said. He slammed my body against the wall. "Well that's not really your decision," he explained. As he put me in handcuffs I tried to fight back. I cussed him out and started to yell. As I came to the main room, I saw Two-bit, Dally, Soda, and Steve all standing there talking. Dally was still handcuffed to a chair. As I entered, everyone's eyes were on me. Later when I sat down, it turned out that I was the only one who was taken to a questioning room. But dally and I were going to be held longer than everyone else. When everyone else went home me and Dally talked. We brought up the fact that we knew each other from juvenile detention.

"Do you remember the first day I met you?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, when I told you to call me Winston," Dally said. There were some silents. "Hey, why did you end up in juvie anyways?" He asked. I hesitated. "A... miscommunication with the law," I said. He looked at me with a straight face. "Oh come on that's not all," he said. "That isn't but I don't want to talk about the rest here," I said. He nodded his head. "Hey, did they ask you mostly about yourself?" He asked. I nodded. "Do you think it's because of our history?" I asked. "Oh yeah one hundred percent. The fuzz assumes that all greasers are JDs," he said. I looked straight at him. "Are you serious?" I asked. He nodded. I couldn't believe my ears. The police think all greasers are JDs?

After two hours, they finally let us go. They couldn't keep any charges on us because they weren't trying to put us in jail. We started to walk to the Curtis house. He gave me a cigarette and lit it. Before we went into the house we talked for a bit.

We talked for a while. Then Dally said something that caught me off guard. "You know, the first day I met you it seemed like you were already my sister. It still feels like you are if I'm being totally honest," he said. "I couldn't agree more," I replied. We talked for a bit more. Then we were ready to head inside. As we walked in, we saw everyone. Soda prung out of his seat. "Dally. The fuzz said you knew where Johnny and Ponyboy where," he said. I looked at Dally. "Is that true?" I asked. He stood there for a moment without saying anything. "Dallas Winston," I said, sternly. "That's complicated," he said. "What's complicated about it?" Darry asked. "Darry, calm down," Two-bit said. "Go make a fresh pot of coffee for Darry," I whispered to Steve. He nodded.

"No Two-bit. The way I see it it's that Mr. Dallas over here knows where my little brother is but I can't know," Darry said, getting up. He got close to Dally's face. "So, where is Pony?" He asked him. There's a lot of tension in the room. It seemed like Darry was going to punch Dally at any minute. Two-bit seemed like he wanted to help but he didn't want to get in the middle of it. Soda just wanted to know where Ponyboy and Johnny were, like the rest of us. But it seemed like he was taking this more to heart then the rest of us. Then I remembered what happened the night Johnny and Pony disappeared. I put my and between Darry and Dally. Then reality hit me like a football in the face. Hard and fast.

"Guys stop fighting, we have bigger problems to worry about," I said. Soda looked confused. "What do you mean?" Soda asked. Steve popped his head in. Everyone's eyes were on me. I sat down. "What if the police start to investigate more," I said. Steve handed Darry the cup. "Investigate more?" Steve asked. "We've all done things we aren't proud of. They could find out and consider what we have at home," I paused. Everyone was looking at the floor. I knew everyone had their own thing going on. "Its just a matter of time," I finished. I looked at Dally with a blank face. "If you know where Johnny and Pony are you better check on them. They can't be hugitaives forever. They can't end up like us. Young and in jail. Dally that place changed your life the same for me. But I don't wish that upon anyone else."

We all sat there in our thoughts. I started to rub my head. "I'm starting to get a headache," I whispered. Soda came up to me. "You need water and sleep," Soda whispered. "Come on, you're sleeping here tonight." "I can't," I told him. I tried to get up but I fell back. The boys were all talking but Soda just helped me stand up. We walked to his room. As I sat on the bed, Soda was looking for something. Then he turned around and threw me a shirt that looked too big on me. "You need something clean to sleep in. You're going to smell if you sleep in those," he said. I smiled.

"Thank you Soda," I said. "I'm going to step out for a bit," he said. When he walked out I changed out of my clothes, put on the shirt and extra shorts. When I was done I noticed that I haven't changed my bandage yet. I look at the scars. They were closed up but still a bit red. I didn't think about anything. I just threw it away and got comfortable on the bed.

Soda came in a bit later in shorts. "So am I sleeping on the floor?" I asked. He laughed. "You, sleep on the floor. No, there's enough space for both of us on the bed." As he hopped on one side of the bed, I got comfortable on the other side. The next thing I knew I was out cold and feeling safe.