Dallas Winston died. I saw him about an hour before he went to the big rumble. He seemed excited and kept telling me about the gang. I haven't met them before. Dalls kept on promising but never introduces me. Well, I am on my own now.
He didn't even stop to consider that he still had me. He loved me, right? That is what he told me for 8 years. He was the last one I had left. Why did he leave me, too? He left me just like mom. He never stopped to think of that.
Stop it! I told myself, you have to move on! You're killing yourself just thinking about them! I took a deep shuddering breath. It was an hour after my brother's funeral. I had to move on. I just had to! But, where do I go? Dally was the reason I still live with my dad and stepmom. Now he is gone. What now? I needed time to think and cool down.
I started down the road towards the park. My heart felt heavy and my eyes felt dry. I wanted to take a nice long shower and wait for Dally in the tree house. He always knew when I was feeling upset. But, I also knew that he wouldn't be there. I didn't want to start crying again. I didn't have anything left to cry out.
Just as I was prepared to go home, I heard the engine of a car behind me. I turned around to see a Blue Corvair. I froze. I couldn't think. I just stood there like a complete moron. With all the things going through my mind, I could've taken them down in a second. I knew some things Dally showed me.
Stiffly I started backing away slowly, as you would to a bear in the wild. Four Socs with hungry stares came towards me. I put on the worst wolf-stare I could (another trick Dallas showed me). The Socs stopped about five feet in front of me. I was freaked out, but I couldn't show it. My mind was taking in too much.
"Listen up; I don't want any trouble. You wouldn't believe what I went through today." My voice was soft, but stern. I then only realized how angry I was at the Socs. In every way, everything was their faults. My blood was boiling inside of me. My mind cleared. I had one goal: pounding them until they couldn't get up if they took one step closer.
One of the Socs pointed my way and whispered into the other guys' ears. They broke into a running start to their Corvair.
I knew it wasn't me. In their eyes, I was a helpless puppy (that would have hurt them, if given the chance, but they didn't see that) that was lost. I turned around to see none other than Dally's best friend: Timothy Shepard.