Why me?

Chapter 14

Grace p.o.v.

Today was the rumble. I'm worried.

Ever since Bob dropped me off I've been giving the boys the silent treatment. Well, everyone except for Johnny. He's a good kid and I don't blame him for not helping. I don't want to fight.

As I Continued to get ready wrapped Up in my thoughts I didn't notice the other presence in the room.

"You look nice." Johnny said quietly. "Thanks Johnny, you ready for tonight?" I smiled slightly.

He sighed and shook his head. "I don't like fightin. It's pointless. It won't change anything." I sighed too. "I know Johnny."

A few minutes later I was ready and Dallas and Darry walked through the door. He looked right at me. Both of them.

"You're not going." Was all dally said. I can't believe him.

"I am too. Your not the boss of me." I snapped. He sighed. "Fine we'll do This the hard way." With that Darry picked me up and threw me into soda and pony's room.

I scoffed. They really think that'll keep me in?

I went to the window. I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. Dammit. They bolted it down from the outside. I looked out the window to see them chanting and screaming on the way to the rumble.

I'm not staying. I search around the room. Theming to find something to bust the window. Then, I found it. It was one of ponyboys track cleats-the ones with the spikes.

I slammed it against the window 8 times before it broke. I smiled triumphantly as I crawled through the window. I jumped down and ran to the fight.

When I got there Darry and I think what looked like a guy named Paul, were sizing each other up.

Darry went to throw a punch when I saw him. Bob on the line. We made eye contact right as the lunch was thrown.

I jumped in and stared fighting.

We were winning. Barely but, we were.

I smiled happily as I beat another one down, but my victory didn't last long. My smile fell when I saw it.

There's a brumly boy aiming a switchblade right at Bob. I screamed for him to stop but, it didn't work, the knife hit right in stomach.

I ran to him, screaming for help.

I lied on his chest as sirens blared.

Everything was numb.

I felt someone pull me off and pick me up. I was limp. I couldn't feel anything. He's dead.

The man I love is dead.

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Sorry I've been busy.

There will only be a few more chapters.

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