Zayla Curtis is the second oldest Curtis. She is the troublemaker out of the bunch, landing herself in the cooler various times. Her parents pick her up every time, except for her recent visit, where she is stuck for two years. When she leaves, she...
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*??? POV*
"Kid, we lied. Watch your fucking back if you know what's good for ya." The man said.
"Also, something big is happening today. Be prepared." He said with an evil chuckle.
"What do you mean? What is going to happen?" I asked with a pleading tone.
"Say goodbye to one, or maybe two" He said before closing the metal door. I was left in fear.
What did I do?
*Zayla's POV*
We were halfway to where I worked. It was a thirty minute drive from where we lived.
"Darry would you be able to pick me up from work?" I asked him.
"Sure, give me a call when you are off." He replied, glancing towards me with a smile, I returned the smile when I see something really fast coming towards us.
"Darry watc-" I was cutoff by the impact.
The sound of the truck crunching filled my ears. I was screaming, without meaning to. Shards of glass slashed my body.
I didn't care about how I was. Was Darry okay?
After seconds, which felt like minutes, the car finally stopped moving.
"Darry?" I said, looking towards the drivers seat. He looked pretty bad. His head was split open, his arm looked out of place, and he was outcold.
I heard sirens in the distance, but my world slowly started to fade to blackness.
*Soda's POV*
"Time to clock out Pespi!" I heard Steve yell from the garage. I made sure everything in the store was in place before updating my time card.
I left the store and locked the door. Steve started his truck and I plopped onto the passenger seat.
"Should Darry be home? What about Zay?" Steve asked.
"They should both be home by now hopefully. It is six so they should be." I answered.
*Time skip brought to you by Ponyboy's blonde hair*
