An Outsider Love Story

curly

If they are letting Curly off with a slap on the wrist, I'm pretty sure Tim would have been arrested for driving 85 in a speed limit of 30. Before Tim parked he was driving to the front of the building, I jumped out before he stopped. They park naturally taking up three different spots. I walked up to the front desk woman who was busy running around in circles of the desk.

"Curly Shepard?" I asked.

"Date of birth and relation to Mr. Shepard?" She walks over to a filing cabinet as Tim and Angela walk through the front doors.

"I'm his sister and August 21st." She pulls out a file and reads it for a few minutes.

"I understand your brother means everything to you but you know what he is arrested for, correct?"

"Right, listen I have bail money. How much is it this time?" I wave Tim to the car to get my wallet.

"I'm sorry but we can't accept bail this time." Tim stops and walks up to the desk.

"What do you mean?" Angela ask.

"This is his fifth time breaking and entering with robbery from what we have written down on his record so far. Usually we would be able to but we can't this time. Curly is being sent to Reformatory for six months." She reads from the paper. Angela sucks her teeth in as we all hear what the woman says.

"That's ridiculous, I've kept track of all his meetings with his parole officer. He has gone to every single one and not missed it. Never late either. He's kept a good record so far. Please there's gotta be something we can do." I rush over my words as Angela rubs my back. She knows how I am over this kind of stuff.

"I'm sorry ma'am but its all up to the Juvenile Detention Center. The only thing I can do for you is tell you the court dates and help schedule your visitation rights." Tim mutters something under his breath and walks out of the building to the car.

"Alright can you write those down for me." Angela says. I can't think of anything to say. Curly is now heading to juvenile detention for six months? The hell are we supposed to do. We can't help him anymore. I can't bail him out.

After a few minutes of waiting for the lady to write down everything we needed to know. We head back to Tim's car as he was sitting there smoking a cancer stick in the driver seat propping his feet up. I've never seen him this calm in a situation like this. Especially about Curly. Curly was his right-hand man in the Shepard gang not because they were brothers but because they trust each other. Not because he had to but he wanted to. I've seen a lot of gangs around the east side whether they were family or not. I've heard some gangs hate their own family and not trust them, they send their own gang members to go kill the family. Our gang was the opposite. We adored our family and kept them protected and close no matter what. Even if we have out arguments. If one of the gang members was to harm us, Tim would have them dead in a ditch.

"I'll drive." I open the driver side door as he scoots over to the passenger side. Angela stares out her window not saying a thing.

I drove home and as soon as we got home everyone went to their room separately. No one said a word for the rest of the day. That night Tim ran out of the house without telling me. All I did was watch. I don't even think Angela left her room to come eat or use the bathroom. None of us have ever been torn up about it like this. I mean, yeah, Curly has been arrested before but never sent to Reformatory. We've always been able to bail him out. No matter how much it was. The next morning I woke up with Dally walking in through the front door. I didn't realize that I fell asleep on the couch. Probably waiting for Tim to come home.

"Hey, everything alright?" He walks up and hugs me placing a kiss on my forehead.

"They sent him to the Juvenile Detention Center. Said that we can't bail him out anymore." I sighed.

"How long?"

"About 6 month. If he doesn't cause any trouble there. The front desk lady gave me the paper with all the visiting days and what my rights are. They told me his next court cases and if he gets out early on good behavior and anything like that. Any kind of possibilities of him getting out or staying there longer."

"Six months isn't so bad." Dally looks down at me.

"Yeah, but still." I yawned.

"When was the last time you got some good sleep?"

"I got a few hours last night."

"You should get some sleep." He brushes the hair out of my face.

"I'm fine. So what happened when I left yesterday?"

"Two-bit got jumped. He's ok. He put up a good fight but Darry and I were right behind him. That soc broad at the movies that Pony and Johnny were trying to pick up, you remember?"

"What about her?"

"She showed up at the lot, last night right after two-bit got jumped and said she is being a spy for us. Tim was there with his gang. You knew that right?"

"I knew he went out the house without telling me anything."

"Well the soc chick said during the court case she will testify that the group of socs that jumped the boys were drunk and that Pony and Johnny were fighting on self-defense."

"Not too bad. She better not two time us." I grit my teeth.

"If she is smart she won't. I came by to check on you. I also came by to let you know that I'm going to visit the boys in the morning. Looks like everything's clear from what I can tell. Then I'll leave them up there just to make sure that everything's well and I'll come back here. I think you should stay here."

"What? No, I'm coming with you. Do you even know where you are going?"

"I got a general direction of where I'm going. You need to stay here just in case more cops come by to question you. So it doesn't look like me and you ran for it. Just in case Darry or Soda come by and ask what's going on. Also you don't need to worry Tim anymore."

"Alright fine. I'll stay here but you promise to come back. Make sure the boys are okay." I glare at him as he chuckles.

"Promise." He kisses my lips.