No Silent Prayer for the Faith-Departed (3 Sentence Fiction Ficathon)

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 Ponyboy stared at Sodapop blankly as Sodapop continued on and on about why he called the cops on him, about why he felt he had to do that, despite knowing what it would mean for Ponyboy, what it would mean for Darry and Sodapop and what the state would no doubt come back to do; but all Ponyboy could hear was that Sodapop didn't trust him.

"Sodapop," Ponyboy started, catching Soda's attention who stared at him hopefully, but Ponyboy's blank gaze never wavered, "I've never lied to you, so why didn't you just ask me," Ponyboy asked; Sodapop's face fell and tears welled in his brother's eyes, and there was a sob building in his brother's throat but Ponyboy found that, for once, he didn't care.

"I'm sorry honey," Sodapop started but Ponyboy cut him off with a sharp "Don't call me that, Curtis," that had Sodapop reeling back in shocked hurt, but Ponyboy found he still didn't care, there was a lot he didn't care about right now; "I want to go back to my cell," Ponyboy directed towards the guard standing on his side of the glass; he waited until the guard nodded his approval before standing up and letting the officers cuff his hands behind his back for a second time in front of his second oldest brother—Ponyboy never once looked back.