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Chasing the Past
By Itsahopeforallthehopeless
Some ran down the highway
To chase away their ghosts
Some are frozen in the same place
This time inside their bones
Curly Shepard watched tensely as his brother inspected the slashed tires, They couldn't have been gone for more than a couple minutes.
A drunk hippie stumbled by the on the sidewalk, "freakin town's going nuts" Curly thought as he sneered at the hippie.
Then again you would have to be completely out of your mind to slash Timothy Shepard's tires because everyone knew that if you messed with any of the Shepard's you would be lucky to live long enough to tell the tale.
Unless your Dallas Winston then you get an automatic pass, meaning they would have a fair skin fight, exchange rare smiles and be back to being friends or whatever it was they considered each other.
Curly had given up a long time ago trying to figure out Dally and Tim's relationship.
Tim rose slowly to his feet a murderous glare on his face and Curly silently hoped that the punk who was responsible was long gone from Tulsa.
Because nobody slashes Tim's tires but Dally and Dally's dead so doing so is like spitting on Dally's memory in Tim's book and for that Tim will without a doubt kill the person responsible.
Because Shepard's don't grieve their losses they fight until they die themselves.
"That punk is f**king dead" Tim growled shoving past his brother.
Curly jogged after his brother, he loved a good chase and beat down with luck it might be that smartass Marcus who stole Curly's girl last week.
The End
Yeah I know this is really sloppy but I'm kind of having writer's block right now….
Song: 18 Years by Daughtry
