RUNAWAY

49. HAULED IN

My eyes snapped open at the sudden knocks coming the door. I swear, I have been woken up like this way too many times before. I groaned angrily as I pushed myself up onto my shoulders. It was too early in the morning for someone to be repeatedly knocking on the bedrock door. Usually, I was a heavy sleeper, but Dally and I didn't return to Buck's until sometime early in the morning. Last night had definitely been one of the best nights of my life. I had never been happier to call someone else mine.

The knocks at the door finally stopped, but then Buck's voice shouted loudly. "Wake up! Cops are here for you two. Hope you guys didn't do something stupid," he yelled in a lecturing tone.

I rolled my eyes and turned over to wake Dally. I have been staying in his room for the past few weeks. Most of my stuff was still in my room, but I had almost completely moved in. "Dal," I spoke softly. "Wake up." He stirred in his sleep but didn't open his eyes. I smirked as I leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his lips, finally waking him up. "Good morning," I said with a smile.

Dally smirked as he spoke, "Not that I didn't enjoy that, but why are you up so early?" He asked. He knew that I hated to wake up before ten.

"Buck was at the door," I said, rolling my eyes. "He said that there are cops here that are looking for us." Dally groaned in annoyance. "Do you think this is about last night?"

He shook his head, no. "Probably about that soc Johnny killed." It was still strange to think that Bob Sheldon was dead, and Johnny had been the one to kill him. All of these months of Bob and I fighting, only for it to end like this. I was surprised that he didn't push me like he had pushed Johnny.. or maybe he did.

"Why would they want to talk to us though?" I asked. We didn't have anything to do with Bob Sheldon's murder, except maybe the knowledge of where the ones behind it went..

Dallas gave me a look that pretty much spoke for itself. "Hate to break it to ya, doll, but everyone knows your relationship with Sheldon."

I sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I know." Every soc and greaser knew about Bob and I's vendetta against each other. For obvious reasons, we never got along. My reputation in Tulsa was almost infamous with the amount of trouble I've caused and fights I've been involved in. "You don't think I'm being accused of somethin', right?" I asked nervously. For the first time in my life, I wasn't apart of a crime (not completely at least). I didn't want to get myself involved with the police, especially now since my story is slowly traveling. The police don't have my name yet, but they do have a description if my appearance and knowledge of my whereabouts.

Dally shrugged. "I doubt it," he assured me. I nodded in agreement but still felt a bit weary about meeting with the police. I didn't want to go to jail. I was too young to be locked away for the rest of my life. There's so much I want to see and do..

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After getting dressed and ready for the day—more specifically questioning with the police—Dally and I made our way downstairs to Buck's bar. There were two cops standing by the door, while Buck was in his usual position behind the bar, serving a few customers. Both policeman looked to be in their early thirties. They were tall and buff, both wearing matching uniforms. One of the men had short, cropped blonde hair, while the other had buzzed brown hair. Their facial expression was stern. The two men made it aware that this conversation was going to be a serious one, which did make me a bit nervous. I didn't show my concern though.