Title: Leave Me Where I Am
Author: Acoustic Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders and I do not claim to. No profit is being made from this story.
Warnings: This story does contain rape. There may be a possible slash relationship in the future.
A/N: Uhhhh, tired.
(Told in Dally's point of view)
Chapter 3
The streets are always so dark at night.
The only thing that could be seen was the faint glow of the street lamps and the lights from a nearby twenty-four hour gas station and the orange flame on the end of mine and Johnny's cancer sticks.
"Look for a pay phone. I wanna call the ol' Curtis residence to see if he's home." I instructed Johnny.
We passed the parking lot of the Dairy Queen just as a white van came tearing out of it, I glimpsed and electric company name on the side of it before it took of speeding down the street.
I jumped back, pushing Johnny back with me and it barely missed us.
"Fucking lunatics!" I yelled after it. But it was already almost out of sight.
"True that, that was a close one." Johnny said as we kept walking.
I agreed with him, that van was running like a bat out of hell.
About five minutes later we came to a payphone, I pulled a dime out of my pocket and quickly inserted it into the slot, dialing the number I knew by heart, it wasn't like I had my own phone number to memorize.
"Hello?" Soda's voice answered, I thanked the Gods, I really didn't want to have to explain the situation to Darry.
"Soda, Soda, its Dally-" I started.
"Dally? Jesus where the hell are you guys? It's almost one in the morning for Christ's sakes!" He said, he was keeping his voice down.
Maybe Ponyboy was already home and sleeping?
I could faintly hear Darry in the background.
"He never uses his head, that kid never uses his god damned, god forsaken, brainy head of his. This is-"
I didn't finish listening to what Darry was saying.
"Ponyboys home, right?" I asked. I was hoping he was there.
"No," Soda started carefully. "Isn't he with you?"
Oh God no.
"Yeah, we uh, we…lost him." I finished lamely.
There was a pause; Johnny was looking at me like I was informing someone their grandmother died.
There was still a pause.
"You what?" Sodas voice was dangerously low.
"He, well he left before us, he's probably on his way home now, should be there any minute." I tried to cover. More or less, I tried to convince myself Pony was on his way home, safe and sound.
"Dally, where the hell did you go in the first place? You should know better than to keep Pone out this late!" His voice was rising and it was only a matter of time before Darry heard the conversation and caught on to who Soda was talking to.
"I-"
"Just get here. Now." He growled into the phone. I hung it up and crossed my fingers Pony would be there by the time we got there.
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When Johnny and I arrived back at the Curtis house, Soda was waiting out on the porch.
Sighting us, he grabbed me by the collar and pushed me up against the door frame.
"Where. The fuck. Is He, Dally?" He snarled, getting close to my face.
I thought I was going to throw up.
Oh God no. Oh please God, NO.
Johnny made a chocked sound in the back of his throat. I thought he was either going to vomit or cry he did neither, he just stood there frozen, looking at me and Soda like a deer caught in the head lights.
Oh my God, no, no, no, no, no.
"Soda, Soda, please tell me he's here, please, Soda tell me he's here, safe in bed." I pleaded with him.
His face softened when he noticed my desperate face. He released me and looked over at Johnny.
"What the hell is going on?" He demanded.
My brain felt fuzzy and for a second I couldn't talk, I just stared at Soda, then to Johnny, then to Soda.
"Is Darry in the house?" I asked lowly.
Soda's head snapped towards me. "Of course he is, he's in the living room ready to beat the shit out of you!"
"Yeah, yeah." I couldn't quite form a sentence.
I stepped into the house carefully; there Darry was, still in his cloths from the day, pacing back and forth in the living room furiously.
"Darry-" I began, but he cut me off.
With his fist.
It was a light punch to the side of my jaw, didn't hurt too much, he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, slamming me against the wall.
His face was close to mine, angry eyes burning into mine, fingers holding my shoulders in a bruising grip; I could smell cinnamon on his breath from the Altoids he would pop into his mouth like he was addicted to them whenever he go nervous.
"Dallas Winston, you have about two seconds to tell me what the fuck happened and where on earth my baby brother is." He demanded.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Johnny and Sodapop step into the room.
"Darry, let him go. He's just as scared as we are." Darry released his grip on me and wildly turned to face his brother.
"I'm not scared I'm just…I want to know what happened." He said.
I felt sympathy for him then, him and Soda. Pony was their little brother, he was the baby of the gang, and if he showed up dead, they might as well just blame it on me.
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A/N: Decided I would just whip this out before bed.