𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦
Maria Randle was a month away from turning eighteen when it all happened. The moment changed her entire life and she always wondered...
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xiii. blameit all on yourself causeshe's always a woman to me
THE CURTIS HOUSE WAS COLD. WHEN Ponyboy didn't come home, Darrel freaked out and rushed to the police. That's where he was greeted by the news.
A soc had been killed and they think it was Johnny and Ponyboy. Everyone had come to the house to try and offer a solution.
Maria had this sinking feeling in her gut. She knew what had happened. But what good would come from telling them? They'd find out anyway.
Even if she would tell them, how could she explain what she had been doing in Dallys bedroom.
And she didn't remember much anyway. The conversation was a blur, memory clouded by a mix of adrenaline and alcohol.
She wished she could remember. She had woken up with a pounding headache and the urge to remember. She had sat there for so long, trying to remember something to help the boys.
A feeling of helplessness washed over her again as she realised she could do nothing. Absolutely nothing.
There was a knock on the door and Darrel leaped up. He had been very jumpy ever since the incident, constantly afraid that the soc's would come to the door and take revenge, or that the police would come knocking and say that Pony had died.
Maria stood up as well. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down.
She walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. Her worry dissipated when she saw it was just Dallas.
She opened the door and stepped through, quickly closing the door behind her.
There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He leaned his head against her hair, closing his eyes for a second.
They stood there for a few seconds. She had never seen Dallas like this. It was almost vulnerable.
She pulled away and his hands moved down to her hips, "I didn't tell 'em nothing,"
"Good. Nobody can know where they are. Not yet," she said, nodding her head.
Dallas could see the worry in her eyes. He couldn't remember the last time that he had seen her like this, like she was falling apart.
"I'm sorry you were dragged into this," he rubbed little circles into her hips absentmindedly and she leaned into his touch.
"Anything for those boys. I will do anything," she promised.
