So, here I am with another story. Please enjoy. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders and Good Charlotte owns The Young and the Hopeless. Check out my youtube Outsiders video that I made with this song - just search for "Outsiders - the young and the hopeless" or go to my channel No tears in Heaven.
I'm young and I'm hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast
That's what they say
Dallas took a sip out of his mug. The coffee was burnt, it tasted disgusting. He pushed the cup aside. He felt awful. His head hurt and the light was hurting his eyes. He was sweating and he felt nauseous. He ran to the bathroom just in time to throw up. He took a shower in hopes to feel better but that didn't help. Finally he proceeded to the living room and opened the cabinet where his dad stored the booze. He took out a bottle of vodka. He poured three shots and drank one after another. He went out onto the front porch hoping some fresh air would make him feel better. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. He didn't feel better. He decided he needed another drink. He got up slowly and wobbled back into the house. Passing through the kitchen he tripped over a chair and fell on his stomach. He cursed loudly trying to get up. It was not easy. Finally he managed. He felt blood in his mouth -he broke his lip. He cursed again.
He took out the bottle of vodka and poured three more shots. After he was done he went back to the porch. In a few minutes he passed out. Soon enough his dad was coming back home. He merely moved Dallas aside with his foot to be able to pass by. When Dallas came back to senses it was late. He felt like he may throw up again and stumbled back into the house. He went straight to bed. His dad only gave him a funny look as he was passing by the living room.
Dally stretched out in his bed. He felt another wave of nausea coming up. He quickly ran to the bathroom. After he threw up he stumbled into the living room. His dad already went to bed. Dally took out a glass and poured himself a glass of scotch then another one. After that he went to bed and closed his eyes. He was finally able to fall asleep.
The next day in the afternoon Dallas was supposed to jokey for Buck. The races started at 4 p.m. By the time he showed up he was pretty drunk. He never rode drunk before and he hasn't planned to do so this time but the hangover was killing him so he had quite a few drinks. When he showed up at the races he covered up the smell of alcohol with cologne and managed to stand steady without swaying from side to side. He avoided speaking to anyone because he knew that his speech was slurred. Finally it was time to get on the horse. Dally felt agitated. He got on the horse. The horse started galloping. Dally felt really dizzy and disoriented. He was shaking and sweat was dripping down his spine. He desperately pulled the reins, and the horse went wild.
The next minute Dallas was flying off the horse. He hit the ground with a loud thump. He was in excruciating pain. The crowd went quiet. The medics were there right away. They tried lifting Dallas up and he groaned. Finally they were able to lift him and place him on the stretcher. They realized that Dallas was drunk. The last thing Dallas saw was Buck's eyes and then everything went black.
Dally opened his eyes and squinted from the bright light. He was in a hospital room. He tried to move but abandoned that idea quickly because of the pain that shot through his body. His head hurt too. In a few minutes the nurse walked in. She looked at Dally funny like she was disgusted with him. "What are you staring at?" Dallas snapped. She wrinkled her nose, "Let me know if you need anything," she said rolling her eyes like she was just saying that only because it was her job. "Yeah, I need something – a drink." Dally snorted. She rolled her eyes again, and left the room.
Dally closed his eyes but was forced to open them because the nurse was back "you have a visitor." Dally opened his eyes and saw Buck. Buck looked seething. Dally was about to say something but didn't get a chance. "Fuck you Winston," Buck pointed his finger. "You just cost me five hundred dollars. What the fuck is wrong with you, showing up drunk for a race." Dally was in a lot of pain he didn't need this. "I show up drunk whenever I feel like it." He smirked.
"Oh yeah, you ain't showing up for me. You are losing it Winston. You ain't riding for me no more."
"Fuck off," Dallas interrupted, lifting his head from the pillow, "I ain't got to listen to this." Buck turned on his heels and left slamming the door behind him. Dallas lay back down, he felt like shit and the fact that he wouldn't be able to ride anymore wasn't making him feel any better. He looked out the window – it was a gloomy, rainy day. This weather fit his mood perfectly. He turned to the side, feeling the pain, and closed his eyes.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Let me know what you think.