Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 33: They Killed Someone

Vikki's POV

After Pony ran off, Soda was insistent to go after him. I got him to calm down, and Darry was too upset with the way he handled things to help. They said a few more choice words at each other, before Darry said, "he'll be back before morning," and went into his room.

I woke up the next morning, on the couch with Soda, wrapped snugly in his dead arms. I knew that Clint would be mad, because he wanted us home by midnight. He was making cinnamon rolls. I slithered out of Soda's grasp and nearly tripped over Two's passed out body. I headed to the kitchen, where the clock read that it was nearly six o'clock in the morning.

"Holy shit." I said as I got myself a glass of water and plopped a few ice cubes in it from the ice box. I hoped that the water would help wake me up from the four measly hours of sleep I had last night. Soda was a train-wreck after Pony and Darry's fight. These sibling fights really take a toll on him. Nights like these made me thankful for having an easy relationship with all my siblings.

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps stomping to the living room. I spun around to see Darry, clad in only flannel pajama pants, hair still in a messy bedhead.

"Sorry," he said, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, "I thought you were Pony."

"Sorry." I said, taking a sip from my glass and trying not to look at his defined abdominal muscles. "He didn't come in?"

"No." Darry shook his head and yawned, "I've been awake all night waiting."

"Pony?" Soda's tired voice asked from the living room.

"It's Vik." Darry said.

Soda came into the kitchen and said, "hey, Darry, we will wait up for Pony. Why don't ya get some sleep. I'll let you know when he shows. He's probably just asleep in the lot again."

"He oughta be." Darry mumbled before groggily walking back to his room.

"Ah should be getting back home." I said, putting my empty glass into the sink full of dirty dishes. "Clint and Karen will kill meh if they find out Ah was gone all night."

"You're right, I'll drive." Soda said, grabbing Darry's keys.

"Ye shouldn't drive if yer tired." I said.

"I'm fine." He said.

"What about Pony?" I asked.

"I'll check his room when I come back, it's okay." He said and opened the front door. I followed him to the car, grabbing my shoes in the process. I ran to the car barefoot, and put my shoes on as Soda turned onto the main road.

I closed the front door to my house carefully, being sure not to make a noise. I was still pure wabbit from my lack of sleep, so when I got into my room I passed out on the bed with my shoes still on.

I woke up again a few hours later, with my curtains still drawn from the day before. The Oklahoma sun filled my room, and I knew it was probably a little later than I wished to have slept until. I peered at my alarm clock, and it was after ten o'clock. Fantastic.

I changed out of my day-old clothes, into a bright yellow long sleeved blouse with a green, yellow, and blue woven plaid skirt I stole out of Cookie's closet months ago. I put my hair into two french braids and felt the knots at the end hit my shoulder blades with every step I took. I took my time to put on some mascara and a thin layer of Ponds moisturizer. I figured that Clint and Karen would not have ever known that me and Cook were gone, because they always sleep in. Especially when Cookie managed to sneak in last night.

I got down the stairs, and my heart stopped when I saw three men with gold badges talking to Clint and Karen in the living room. Karen was silently crying into her hands, and Clint stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.