Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, Hoobastank, or their song. Thank you, have a nice day! X3

Summary: What happens when you put confusion, lies, evil fathers, alcohol, a crazy car chase, and Dallas Winston together? A freakishly long night. -It's somewhat of a Tex/Outsiders crossover.- ((Based on song "Out of Control" by Hoobastank.))

Rating: PG-13 (Well, duh, it's Dally. XD)

Author Notes: This may possibly be a one-shot . . . not very sure yet.Eh . . . I don't expect this to be a work of art, but please, I don't want flames! Here! Have my money-cries- I needs a hug. Xx; Anyway . . . enjoy? Eheheh . . . It's in Dally's POV. But lemme warn you, I don't really think like the guy. Sorry if it's messed up. XD Annnd, it takes place before the book, maybe when Dal's like, 15 or 16.

Out of Control

I've done everything as you say.
I've followed your rules without question.
I thought it would help me see things clearly.
But instead of helping me to see,
I look around and it's like I'm blinded . . .

"Then get outta here!"

"That's what I'm doing!"

I slammed the door to my house with all my might. I hope some of the ceiling fell on top of that fucking bastard who calls himself my father. Glory, I just can't think right now. Last night, it was cool—he actually used his normal talking voice to speak to me. Now, there's nothing but yelling. It's so fucking annoying and I just wanna kill the guy now.

And why'd he get all hacked off at me for? I didn't do anything. It ain't like he never got in a big fight like that. But hell, he didn't even care if I was okay or not. It's just 'cause I got the car a little dent. I mean, what's his fucking problem? I asked him for a car of my own, but he says "No, you're not responsible". Well, neither are you!

"Don't you DARE take my car!"

I glared back, gritting my teeth. I didn't notice that my nails were so deep into my palms that my hands were bleeding now. "Well, it's mine now!" I roared back, jumping in.

I'm spinning out of control;
Out of control!
I'm spinning out of control;
Out of control!

Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me;
'Cause I don't know
If I can trust you.
I don't understand what you want from me . . .

I pressed the pedal to the floor, and the tires screeched. I could hear the old man cussing at me, but I didn't care. I didn't care about my family, him, and most importantly, HIM. I needed to cool off. I needed to go somewhere. I needed action. But mostly, I needed to LEAVE. I needed to get away.

So, I chose The Dingo. It's a restaurant in our part of town. See, the Socs had their place at Jay's, and us greasers had The Dingo. I had no clue what time it was by the time I got there, but it was dark. I knew that it was Saturday or something, and the place was pretty full. As I thought, there was a fight going on outside. I joined until the fuzz came, and it was pretty late anyway. It felt really good ramming my fist into this one guy's stomach. No clue who the hell he was, but it felt good.

Not too long after, I got my hands on some beer and from that point on, I can't remember too much. Everything was a blur. But I remember jumpin' back into my car . . . My car. It was the old man's, originally, but it was mine now. That made me think about him for a while . . .

I shook my head. Who'm I kiddin'? He doesn't care about me. Hell, I don't think he cares about anyone. What the hell was his problem? And why'd he have to make it mine . . . ?

I feel like I'm spinning out of control;
Try to focus but everything's twisted.
And all alone, I thought you would be there
To let me know I'm not alone,
But in fact that's exactly what I was . . .

I clutched onto the steering wheel with one hand and pulled a Kool out of my pocket with the other. I lit it and then took an extremely long drag on it. I was calmed down almost instantly. I was so calm that I didn't even see that I was going over 80. I also didn't see the sign that said, "You are now leaving Tulsa". I know it sounds stupid, but I didn't care. At that moment, I didn't care if I never went back.

I'm spinning out of control;
Out of control!
I'm spinning out of control;
Out of control!

Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me!
'Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All of the things you've said to me . . .

My knuckles were turning white because I was gripping the wheel so hard. To add to that, my breathing wasn't real steady. In fact, I couldn't really see well. I was goin' at about 90 now, but at least I was on the freeway. My head was throbbing and all those huge city buildings were disappearing. I thought I'd go until I ran outta gas, but . . . the fuel tank was fuller than I expected.

I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery . . .

Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me!

Is it a mystery?
Is it a mystery?

I could feel my eyelids drooping, and I thought I was gonna throw up or something. My stomach was turning over a billion times a second. 'This is crazy,' I thought, while the other half of me said, 'It's just a hangover.' I shook my head, trying to keep myself awake. As I said, I could see nearly NOTHING, but I did see a bright light in front of me . . . wait, that can't be good.

Shit. I was on the wrong side of the road. All I could remember were horns blaring, and my head ramming against the dashboard. 'Shit,' I kept thinking, 'Am I dead?' Great. Now my car was totaled. Just great.

I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control...

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" I heard the other person yell, but I didn't care. I stepped out of the car and slammed the door, making a crack right through the middle of the window. Glory, I was so fucking pissed right now.

"No one tells me what to do," I growled, and it was weird. My voice sounded different. I sounded like a Soc about to pound someone. Everything was blurry, but I saw the blurry figure of that guy back off. I didn't care what I did. I didn't care about this stupid guy in front of me. At that moment, I didn't care if I killed this guy and got the electric chair for it.

So, I just started walking. I couldn't think straight, and I was actually shaking. I chuckled to myself. 'Wow. The toughest hood of them all shaking.'

"Where the hell d'you think you're going?" the guy yelled at me. I didn't reply, instead, I just kept walking.

I looked around. This was the country. I'd heard Ponyboy talk about it before. The road was all dusty and there were wooden fences on both sides of the road. Big deal. I don't know what he liked about it so much. I jammed my hands into my pockets, staring forward.

Suddenly, it got harder for me to breath. 'What the hell's it now?' I thought. I looked down at my shirt. It was covered in blood. Shit. Shit. Shit! I was way too tired to even growl at it. This was just my luck. Just my fucking luck. I desperately tried taking in another breath, but it hurt like hell. 'This is hell,' I thought. Glory, I was tired. There was a house not too far from where I was . . .

Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me!
'Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All of the things you've said to me . . .

I didn't know what to do. I was just so fucking confused. Plus, I was bleeding, for Pete's sake! I didn't know what to do. I limped towards that house, though I didn't know who in the right mind would help me. I'm a hood, anyway. I coughed out something, which was probably blood. 'Almost there,' a voice in my head kept saying.

I was getting angrier by the minute. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my fucking father. Why? Why the hell'd he have to be so fucking pissed at me all the time? I couldn't help being born. It wasn't my fault! What it the drugs? Hell, he did 'em, too, so what's the problem with that? The only problem was that he cared more about himself and what he needed and what he had more than me. Well, he can just die and rot in hell for all I care.

And I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery . . .

Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me

I'm spinning out of control,
Out of control!
I'm spinning out of control,
Out of control . . .

'This is out of control . . .' I thought, finally reaching the doorway. I don't know why I decided to go. It was just like my feet were dragging me to get there. So, that's where I went. I put my hand on the doorknob and then I can only remember falling onto the door. I passed out. But for once in my life,

I managed to pick the fucking right house.

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Author Notes: Eh. I don't like it. xX; I don't think it's good. 'Nyway, I might not be continuing this. But if you liked it, just review and I'll see what I can do. XD