A/N: You know what, there's no excuse for not updating in the longest time. The recent reviews I got made me get my mojo back into this story. I'll try to update as soon as possible from now on. Pinky promise.

Dallas was walking down the hallway back to his bedroom. He still couldn't believe that Darry

didn't believe him. He was such a damn stubborn... Dallas went on calling Darry every name

possible. Of course he wouldn't say them to his face because he didn't need a broken jaw. He

opened his door, a little surprised that it wasn't locked. He shrugged it off, thinking Johnny

probably forgot to lock it. After getting a towel, he hopped into the shower, letting the hot

water relax his tense muscles. Just as he was about to wash his hair, he thought he heard a

soft thud coming from the room. Confused, Dally opened the shower curtain and peeked his

head out. After a couple seconds of complete silence, he went back to wash his hair, a little

faster than intended. He shut off the water and went to go dry himself off. Once he put on his

old ripped jeans and black t-shirt, he headed back into the room, where he was suddenly

slammed into the door. Stunned, and letting instinct kick in, Dallas kicked the guy right under

the stomach. The guy still didn't flinch, only making a tighter grip on Dallas. Dallas finally got a

good look at who was pinning him... Mr. Curtis. In an instant Dally growled and glared at him.

However Mr. Curtis didn't even flinch. He equally gave Dally the same glare and growl. With

no hesitation, Mr. Curtis spoke in a rather harsh tone,

"Oh my my, who would've thought it'd be Mr. Tough Winston trying to rat me out." he spat,

spit landing on Dallas' face. Still, Dallas gave his famous hard glare.

"What the hell is your damn problem!? Most people would be happy their father is alive, not

fucking scared. What the hell are you doing alive!?" he spat back.

Not answering his question, Mr. Curtis just kept glaring at him an evil smirk appearing on his

face. "You know, I never did have children. Never wanted'em. I always thought they were a

pain in the ass."

The angry turned into complete confusion. Tilting his head, Dally looked deeply into the

man's eyes.

They were blue. Not brown.

Everything clicking together in Dallas' head, he finally realized who the man was. Unaware,

Dally opened his mouth in realization. Mr. Curtis nodded his head in understanding.

"I bet you weren't expecting me, huh Winston?" Mr. Curtis said in a low threatening voice.

When the realization set in, Dallas' anger bubbled. He wanted to slash the man in the throat

. He tried to reach into the back of his pocket for his switchblade but Mr. Curtis grabbed his

arm.

"Don't you dare Winston. If you try to talk about me to anyone, or even TRY to harm me, I

WILL hurt the ones you are close to, starting with the two little ones."

No one EVER threatens Dallas Winston.

Dally pushed the man off of him and made his way over to the upper deck, grabbing a pack of

Kools from a table. Once he lit the cigarette, and got his nerves to calm down, he thought

about the possibilities he could do. He could kill the guy himself, which his fists were itching

to do. Or he could tell Darry, but that jackass wouldn't believe him.

He thought some more until he reached the butt of the cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt

over the railing and watched as it made it's descent. One things for sure though, he thought

while watching the cigarette float in the water.

He wouldn't let the man go near the gang, especially Johnny and Pony. He had to keep a

closer eye on them. No matter how hard, he wouldn't let Mr. Curtis' twin near them, not over

his dead body.

A/N: Short yes, but more drama! DUNN DUNN DUUUUN! Now you know who the dude is! I'm so excited for y'all to read more! There's gonna be a more filler chapter next, so stay tuned.