Ponys pov
Soda sent me to see Belle. He wanted me to try to talk her into seeing him again. I dont want to pressure her though. As i was walking up the drive, Easton was rushing out the door. "Hey! Easton! Whats going on?", i asked. I suddenly became afraid of the worst. "Belle is in the hospital. Im not sure whats wrong, but Dally didnt sound good on the phone. He never crys. But this time, i could hear the sobs in his voice. I need to go. Sorry Pony", he said, rushing to his car. Ive never seen Easton cry. Ever. He is kinda like Darry. Emotionless. I ran home, on the verge of tears.
Chris' pov
Belle fell unconcious at the lot. Im not sure what to do. She is in the hospital, getting treated by doctors to see whats wrong. Im starting to lose it. I cant lose her. Shes my best friend. I paced back and forth while the other boys sat besides Dallas, who was punching the wall. The walls were made of strong material, so he wasnt making any holes.
Easton showed up, running fast. "Where is she?", he asked. "Shes in there. The doctors havent came out yet", i said, my voice cracking slightly. He sighed, punching the wall then sitting down. I dont knkw why i feel this way. Ive barely known Belle for about a year now. I realized what this feeling was. I loved Belle. Just not in a boyfriend/girlfriend way. I loved her like a sister. She practically was my little sister. Im sure Gordie, Teddy, and Vern feel the same way. Please let Belle be all right.
Sodas pov
I sat on the couch watching tv. I was waiting for Pony to get back and tell me what was going on with Belle. I was really hoping he could convince her to give me another chance. Pony burst through the door, tears swelling in his eyes. "Pony what happened?", i asked. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. "Its Belle", he stuttered. I was on my feet. "Whats wrong with Belle? What did she say?", i asked. I was getting worried.
"I never saw her. S...shes bad off. Shes in the hospital and they arent sure whats wrong. Easton and Dally were in tears", he cried. My heart shattered. When i came up with the perfect plan to get her back, she gets hurt. I ran out the door. I had to get to the hospital. For Dally to cry, it had to be bad. I needed to be there.
Eastons pov
I dont know whats taking the doctor so long. They are doctors for crying out loud! My baby sister was in a hoapital bed, and i had no idea what happened to her. Slowly a doctor came out the door. I stood up quickly, needing to know what was wrong. Man i wasnt ready for what he said next. "Son, Ms. O' Conner has passed. She has had the flu for a few weeks. She should have been here when she noticed her health deteriorating. Im sorry boys. She was very sick", he said.
Seventeen years. Two children. Court custody battles. Orphan. Too much for a seventeen year old to handle. So many things were going through my mind. She couldnt be dead. She is only seventeen years old. This cant be true. She has two kids. She cant leave poor Austin. She cant leave her friends. She cant leave me. I miss her so much. She cant be gone. I couldnt cry. Not in front of the boys. I had to be strong for there sake.
I looked at them. They were all in tears. It shows how much of an impact Belle can have on people in just a short time of knowing her. I knew her her whole life. The bext thing knew, Soda burst in. I scowled. Belle is gone. He gets both Austin and Patrick. I have no choice but to give him to him. Ill be so depressed.
"Wheres Belle? Is she ok?", he asked. "Sh.. shes go...gone", i whispered. "Why? where did she go?", he asked. "Not like that dumbass. She passed. She is dead", i said. He sat down, taking in everything. I watched his eyes fill with tears. "Your joking right?", he asked. I saw he was going delrious. He wasnt going to take in the fact she was gone. I wish i could do that. I wish my mom had never pushed her to leave the house. Now i have nobody. "Do you think this is a joke? Go in and see for yourself", i said.
I realized i needed to see her to. We looked at each other before running into her hospital room. The nurses were covering her with a white sheet. Chris joined us, wanting to see the last of his best friend. She was laying there. I couldnt stand seeing my sister like this. I left. Then i thought, on the ride home, I have to think of a funeral. Maybe just cremation. I cant handle this. Belle was the only one i had left. I dont have custody of her kids. Soda will never let me see them. They are the only thing I have left of her. I picked Austin up from daycare and cried myself to sleep that night.
