Hi all, here I am with a new story, enjoy:)
Darry was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee out of a huge mug and looking through the paper, when Soda stumbled into the kitchen. It was Saturday so he slept in. "Morning Dar," he nodded at his older brother.
"Morning," Darry replied not looking up from the paper. Soda reached for a bowl, he poured some cereal and milk in it. Then he grabbed a table spoon and added four spoons of sugar into his cereal. Darry noticed and rolled his eyes. At this moment Pony wandered into the kitchen. He slid a few pancakes onto his plate and took a seat opposite Darry.
Pony barely started eating when they heard the door open. They were used to people coming over for breakfast but the next thing they heard was Dally's voice – "Hey Darry, Johnny is hurt I need your help." Darry's eyes flashed immediately with worry. He dropped the paper and hurried into the living room. Pony and Soda followed him. There they saw Dally holding Johnny bridal style trying to set him onto the couch. Dally looked furious. "Found him at the lot, some socs got a hold of him." As Dally kept talking, Johnny stirred and opened his eyes. He tried moving, but it hurt, and he cringed in pain. "I took care of those bastards," Dally explained.
Darry put a chair in the middle of the room, and motioned for Johnny to sit in the chair, which he did. Darry carefully cleaned Johnny's cuts. "Have some pancakes Johnny," Darry said trying not to make a big deal of what just happened because he knew Johnny would want it that way.
"Not now," Johnny looked down, his voice shaking a little.
"Ok then why don't you go lie down in Pony's room?"
"Yeah," Pony nodded, he carefully threw a hand over Johnny's shoulder and led him to his room.
"Those bastards," Dally lit up a cigarette.
Darry merely nodded, and Soda smiled. "You want to stay for breakfast?" Darry asked.
"No, I got to get going." Dally took a drag on his cigarette, "you take care of Johnny."
"Sure thing Dal." With that Dallas left.
The next day Dally was driving Buck's T-bird, casually smoking a cigarette and switching different radio stations. When he was making a turn he noticed a blue Mustang appear out of nowhere. He pressed on the gas and started going faster. The Mustang started going faster too and was right behind Dally. He could even make out their faces in the rearview mirror that's how close they were. He recognized the socs that he had beat up the day before, who were beating Johnny. Dally lifted up his hand and showed them a finger, pressing on the gas once more. They only laughed in response.
They were on the intersection now. Dally pressed on the brake but all off the sudden the Mustang literally flew over to Dally's car bumping it from the side and making it get out onto the opposite lane. The socs laughed as their car was unharmed. At the very moment there was a truck on the other lane going in the opposite direction. Dally's car flew over to the truck and the two collided. Dally heard glass breaking everywhere, his body thrust forward. He felt blood trickling from the side his head. Just then he saw the blue Mustang pass by, the socs laughing – "won't stick your nose in other people's business next time."
Dally's car was shoved on the side of the road with all the force of the truck. There was broken glass everywhere. Dally hit his head against the steering wheel. The car tipped over and rolled a couple of times before stopping - roof on the ground. Dally felt excruciating pain all over his body. He was hit repeatedly against the walls of the car, and the glass has cut him all over. The door was blocked, and he couldn't get out, he was trapped inside. He tried wiping the blood off his face, and then everything went black.