The Outsiders: Dally's little sister

In The Cooler

SOPHIE'S P.O.V.

They put me in a holding cell until the morning so they could get a hold of my legal guardian-Dally. I laid on the hard bench in the cell, pretending to be asleep when cops walked past. I imagined how many times Dally had been locked up in here before me. Had he laid on the bench that I do now? Probably.

My mind constantly flashed back to the scene of the night before. I replayed it in my head and thought about the girl who had framed me. I grinded my teeth when I thought about her. She had killed someone and made it look like I did it. I thought about her pale blue eyes and strong build that could push me up against the wall like I was a rag doll. I wish I had seen her face. I remembered her silhouette on the rooftops, looking down at me. I thought about her all night, nonstop. I was red hot with anger and rage. My memories after being put into the cop car last night were fuzzy. Memories slowly came back to me one by one. The cops said barely anything to me after we got to the police station. They just brought me in and locked the door. Or at least that's all I could remember. 

Light seeped through the window and onto my face. I guess I had gotten a little sleep that night. I put my arm over my eyes and sighed. I sat up with immediate back pain from laying on the uncomfortable bench the whole night. I rubbed my messy hair and got up from my seat. Hustled voices came from around every corner, but I couldn't see the origin of the voices. I looked around room that my cell was in. It was a small room with barred windows on the opposite wall of my cell. There was a small desk and a few filing cabinets in the corner. There was a small clock on the wall that said it was a little after nine in the morning. Mine was the only cell in it, which I thought was odd. I scanned the room and looked to the doorway that lead in from the hallway. There was a sign in the hallway that I could barely read. 

"HOMICIDE HOLDING CELL" It read.

My eyes widened a little, and then I remembered I was in for murder--a murder I didn't commit I might remind you. I held onto the bars of the cell and looked around to find a guard. I didn't want to be in here any longer. I wanted to go home and be with the gang. I wanted to go see how Liam was doing. I wanted to go and lay in Johnny's arms. It had only been about four hours I've been in here, I felt claustrophobic. "Aye cops!" I yelled out. "Hey, anyone there?!" 

DALLY'S P.O.V.

I woke up again, this time around eight thirty. I had the same eerie feeling at had at night. My eyes instantly went over to where Sophie had been sleeping. She wasn't there. My eyes darted over to the front door, and I found that Darry's boots and jacket were still gone. I stood up straight from the armchair. "Sophie?" I called out.

Liam snored on the couch, and I winced, not wanting to wake him up. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Maybe she had gone and slept in her own bed. I jogged over to the staircase to see Ponyboy coming down. "Aye Pony man, have you seen Sophie anywhere?" 

"Can't say I have Dal'." 

I furrowed my eyebrows and walked into the kitchen. "Where the hell is she?" I asked myself. 

Pony stood in the doorway. "You know when she left?" 

"I'm pretty sure she went on a walk last night after she had a bad dream-"

"She had another nightmare?" He interrupted me. 

"Huh?"

"Are her nightmares coming back?"

"How'd you know about her nightmares?"

"She told me when she first came here." 

I hesitated a moment, frozen in my spot, then shook my head. "She said it was only a bad dream."