Movie Star Smile |Sodapop x Reader|

Goodbye... |chapter 20|

We ran right up to one of the cops cars, there was more cops than we thought. Most of them gathered by the hill at the center of the park. But the shadows at the top of the hill I could make out almost clearly. Dallas Winston was holding a unloaded gun at the cops and it seemed like the cops were going to shoot. No. Not Dally to. I stood there frozen and so did the gang. Then the one sound I didn't want to hear that night. Bang! A gun shot from a cops gun. Without a single blink, Dally was shot and rolling down the hill. Without a second thought, I ran twords the hill. I could hear people screaming at me to stop, but I couldn't. When Dally was at the end of the hill, one of the cops came up behind me and grabbed me. I started to scream and thrash around.

Suddenly the broke the cops grip and ran up to Dally. There was blood all over him but I didn't care. He was like a brother to me. I wasn't going let him die alone. "Dally I'm so sorry about Johnny," I told him. "No," he managed to cough out. "I'm sorry for leaving... but Soda... will be there... now." With his cold hand, he wiped away my tears. "I don't want you to go," I winnded. "Tell everyone... I'm... sorry," he gushed out. And just like that, it was over. Dallas Winston was dead in a grocery store robbery, died at a local park. I could hear the gang behind me. I looked back and Soda, Two-bit, and Steve were all silently crying. I got up and walked over to Soda. "Sodapop..." I sniffled. He hugged me in a tight imbrace. "Soda there blood on my cloths," I reminded him. "I don't care," he mumbled. I could hear Darry talking to Ponyboy. When we all looked at Pony, he suddenly collapsed on the floor. As we all surrounded him, we screamed for help. When the cops came, they but Darry and Ponyboy in a cop car and drove them to the hospital.

Only a few minute later, they started to take Dally's body away. Two-bit so emotional and I offered him a hug of comfort. Then we all went back to house in sadness. I couldn't believe everything that happens. Johnny and Dally were both dead in the same night. Ponyboy was off to the hospital for who knows what. When we got to the house Soda said he was going to take the truck to the hospital, I agreed and said I would stay here with Steve and Two-bit. I told him once he got news he needs to call. He agreed and left. Over the hour Darry, Ponyboy, and Soda were gone. Steve ate half a chocolate cake, and Two-bit cried in my arms and told me all the memories he had with Johnny and Dally.

He told me one story that sounded like something the Dallas Winston I knew would have done. He told me that late at night, he broke in and vandalized his school. But when the cops found out the next day. Instead of Two-bit going to cooler for it, Dally took the blame so he wouldn't get suspended or expelled from school. For a second, I forgot about all the bad things in the world. "You know it's okay to miss them," I reminded him. "Yeah I know," he began. "it's just so hard to miss them." I handed him a beer and ruffled his hair. "It will hurt to miss them," I told him. "But over time it will hurt less and less each time. It's true that the pain will never truly go away, but over time you will understand that they're not in any pain and that they're in a better place." I started to feel a tear come down my face, but I quickly whipped it away. I got up and started to walk into the kitchen. "I'm going to get you something to drink without alcohol," I said. I went into the fridge and took out some chocolate milk and poured it into three glasses. When I closed the door, I saw Steve standing in the doorway.

"Oh hey Steve," I said. "I heard what you said to Two-bit," he told me. I gave him a glass of milk. "Yeah, what about it?" I asked. He started to walk forward. "It seemed you understood the words you said," he told me. "I do," I replied. "Have you been through it before?" he asked. I sip some milk. I just nodded. "Can you tell me why?" "I... had a little brother. He was five years old. I was thirteen. We were playing in the yard and my father was watching us. I accidentally kicked a soccer ball in the street. My dad told my brother to go get it. Next thing I knew... My little five year old brother was killed in the street by a car. My father didn't really care and I spent this whole time blaming myself for his death," I explained. "Does Sodapop know about this?" Steve asked. "Not a single detail," I said. "Will you tell him?"

"I don't know,'' I replied. "If you don't, why don't wouldn't you?" "He's already dealing with so much. I don't think I should dump more of my feelings on him right now," I explained. "You know you don't have to carry the guilt of your brother on your shoulders. What happened was an accident and you didn't tell him to run in the street. You weren't the one who had two perfectly healthy kids and one of them got killed," he told me. "Steve, it's not simple," I explained. Then my sentence was thankfully cut off by the song of Curtis's home phone ringing. I watched Steve walk over and pick up the phone. After a brief amount of nodding and okay to multiple statements, Steve held up the phone. "It's for you," he said. I walked over and took the phone from Steve. "Hello?" I said to whoever was on the other line. "Hello sweetheart," a familiar voice said. "Sweetheart? That's a new one," I said to Sodapop. I could hear him smirk over the phone. "Hey, how is everything with Ponyboy?"

"He's still unconscious. The doctor said that he would have to stay here for about two days. After that we can take him home," he explained. "Are you going to come home? Get some sleep? Eat something other than hospital food?" I asked. I could hear him sigh. "You're not coming home." "I'm sorry Coco, I just can't leave him," he stated. "No, no it's okay I understand... family is important," I replied. "I have to go but I'll come and see you tomorrow," he said. I should feel a light tear streaming down my face. "Yeah totally see you tomorrow," I said, hanging up the phone. I looked over behind me to see that Two-bit was talking into the kitchen. "Who was that?" Two-bit asked. "It was Sodapop on a update on Ponyboy. They'll bring him home in a few days," I told them. "Is everything okay Coco?" Two-bit asked. I couldn't tell exactly what happened but it finally seemed like something in me broke.

I started to stumble backwards towards the door. "I... I have to... go home," I studdard, walking out of the house. When the cold air started to flow through my hair, I started to run as fast as I could. I didn't know where my body was taking me but the more I ran, the more I started to notice how familiar the streets became. Then when my body stopped. When I turned, I saw the one place I knew I shouldn't be at. The home that I dreaded the most. It was like my brain was turned off. Without a single thought, I was suddenly inside. I saw my father pass out on the couch for the one millionth time in my life. But instead of cowering against the wall or running away. I took one of the empty beer bottles on the counter and shattered the end of the bottle. The sound of shattering glass seemed to awaken my father in a startell. He looked at me with rage in his eyes. He got up and towers over me like a black bear.

"What could you possibly want, you little bitch?" He asked in a blind rage. I gripped onto the bottle. "Something I should have done a long time ago you asshole," I said.