I was waiting for my name to be called by an officer, waiting to be questioned about my now dead boyfriend
"I'm officer Jones, I'll be questioning you today about the disappearance of Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis . . . and the murder of Robert Shel-"
"Can you look over something?"
I truly did love him . . . but he's gone now and I feel that it's my fault. If only I didn't talk to those Greasers that night, Bob could still be here. He didn't deserve to die. Why did I talk to Johnny and Ponyboy? Johnny only killed him out of defence. Bob was drowning his best friend for heaven's sake. Alcohol made him that way, and that's what he will now be remembered by.
There was always some sort of consequence when it came too Bob getting drunk. The drunken slurs, the words he spat that were sharp as roken gllass and receiving those shards was hard, but I was used to it. He didn't mean any of those things but they still got to me.
Johnny and Ponyboy are missing, Bob's dead, Johnny has murdered someone, that someone being Bob.