A/N: Not much to say here unless it's thank you all, this story is almost finished, please review, and happy reading chapter 36! :D

Chapter 36

Dally walked down the street, his hands jammed in his leather jacket's pockets and dark blue eyes focusing heavily on where he was going, reminding himself over and over again about where Iris replied hers and Sondra's address was located. Iris had thought about Sondra telling her that the Curtis's Greasers gang believed that their parents were out of town, and they were looking for some place to stay for a few weeks, so she thought she could trust Dally with the address to hers and Sondra's house. Big mistake, because Dally was still convinced that Sondra was keeping a secret that had Iris tied into it, so Dallas knew completely that Mr. and Mrs. Prescott weren't out of town, and they must've also tied into Sondra's mysterious secret.

Dally hummed a soft tune to himself as he flipped out a cigarette from his worn out jeans pocket, and then his lighter from his other pocket, lighting the opposite end that hung out of his mouth up, then starting to take drags as he started thinking about what Mr. and Mrs. Prescott could both possibly look like. Johnny told Dally about Sondra telling him that their parents were just so amazing and golden, loving and caring to the extreme, so Dallas believed that Sondra and Iris had it made, but what he didn't fully understand was actually why the two female Prescott's were running away.

Darry might've been making a whole lot more of money with roofing a lot more houses than usual, as well as Sodapop working some extra shifts at the DX, which is actually how Johnny was able to buy himself a tux for the high school's formal dance because Darry and Soda both spared him some cash that he's been saving up for a few months now, but Dally didn't like the idea of Sondra and Iris staying at the Curtis's for God knows how long, especially with some secret being hid. Thinking about what the secret was, was eating away at him, and it only made him feel even more concerned about it every time he rested his eyes on Sondra and/or Iris.

After getting the address from Iris, Dally finished up feeding the youngest female Prescott her lunch before he helped her to the Curtis's couch, covering her up with a blanket since she said she was starting to feel a little sleepy, and after she was out like a light, Dally decided to head his way over to the Prescott's household to see if they were really telling the truth about Mr. and Mrs. Prescott being out of town, even though Dallas truly understood deep down inside that they never left town to begin with. Why would some parents who are super tuff and loving to their two daughters actually leave them all alone in a place like Tulsa for some weeks?

"Those bruises...those injuries..." Dally mumbled to himself after he took in and released a perfect smoke ring, cocking his eyebrow in a confused manner after he remembered what happened between him and Iris when he decided to tuck her in warmly on the couch...

"Dally, I'm sleepy," Iris covered her mouth with one of her hands as a yawn escaped, and her silver/gray-colored eyes began drooping. She remained where she was, sitting at the Curtis's kitchen table as Dally took the dirty dishes over to the sink, resting them down in warm water and soap bubbles, thinking on his mind about what Iris just said to him. She might've been a seven-year-old, but...seven-year-old kids have naps too, right?

Dally shrugged at his own question before he turned himself back around and headed back over to Iris, gently placing his hands on her shoulders from behind, which Iris didn't seem to mind. She was too full and too sleepy at the moment to even care about what she was doing herself.

"Alright then, Iris," Dally nodded "I think it's best then if you take a little nap on the Curtis's couch."

Nonetheless, instead of getting any verbal response from the youngest female Prescott, all Dally got was a small yelp of what was like pain, until little Iris shrugged away his touch from her shoulders. All Dally just did was give both of her shoulders such soft and gentle squeezes.

"Iris, are you...okay?" Dallas confusedly cocked an eyebrow as he stared at the fabric of Iris's shirt that covered her shoulders, eyeing the colorful splash back and forth from the left shoulder to the right, knowing for a solid fact that something wasn't right.

"...Yeah..I'm fine..." Iris hesitated a moment before actually answering Dally's question, which Dally didn't understand was because of her brain damage, or because she was thinking heavily about the truth to his question, wondering if she should say it or not.

Just as Dally was about to say something else, he witnessed Iris tug on her sleeves a little bit, right before she stroked her hands gently up the opposite arms, resting them on her shoulders as she began rocking herself back and forth a little bit, trying to sooth herself, is what Dally was wondering.

Instantly, Dally was growing absoluetly concerned, wondering why in the world such a young girl was wincing like that and rubbing her arms like she was hiding something. Obviously, Dally didn't need to think twice to understand that why Iris was doing that stuff tied into the secret that Sondra was keeping from the gang, maintaining it fully in herself. Heck, Dallas didn't even need to think it over once. He just knew it. Dally could also tell that whatever Sondra's secret was, it was either making Iris feel terrified, worried, or uncomfortable. Actually, Dally thought it was all three, and whether he admitted it or not, that was causing this little part of his heart towards Iris and Sondra to tug a bit, causing him to feel even more concerned.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dallas questioned, but instead of getting anything verbal in response, Iris hesitated before she slowly nodded her head. That's when Dally could've sworn he saw a single tear roll down from one of Iris's eyes, continuing its way down her face, just as her bottom lip began to wobble a bit.

"..Mm hm..." Iris hesitated once more before she nodded her head once more, approving Dally's question. She was no where near okay, and Dally could tell. She was starting to cry a bit, and Iris knew how much her bruises hurt underneath her clothes, but what hurt her even more was when she was lying to Dally when he was asking her if she was alright. Iris started thinking that the two of them were becoming friends, but she didn't know if Dally would approve them being friends, and friends don't lie to each other about very serious matters.

Nonetheless, Dally didn't want to end up causing Iris to burst into a waterfall of tears just so he could attempt finding out what was really on her nerves. Besides, he already was given her address, just like he wanted, so he didn't want to try finding anything else out yet, even though it was heavily eating away at him.

"Alright then," Dally sighed "let's just get you to the Curtis's couch for a nap."

"Sure, alright," Iris softly spoke, simply shrugging her shoulders while she was at it, and she allowed Dally to take a gentle hold of one of her hands to help her slide down from her chair at the Curtis's table, before he grabbed her pink and white cane and stuffed animal with his opposite hand, escourting the youngest Prescott then into the living room with him.

"Here's the couch," Dally informed the seven-year-old girl as he helped her sit down on the Curtis's plush and cozy sofa. Iris helped herself then to laying back, resting her head on two pillows as Dallas leaned her pink and white cane against the Curtis's coffee table, followed by him placing the stuffed animal beside the couch. Afterwards, Dally fetched Iris a blanket, warmly tucking her until only her head was sticking out. Iris had already shut her gray/silver-colored eyes, leaving Dally to just keeping his mouth shut so he wouldn't disturb Iris's little nap.

It didn't take long at all for Iris to be out like a light, since her pill sometimes makes her sleepy, and on top of that, she didn't get much of a good sleep the night before since she still couldn't believe she and Sondra ran away from their house and were now staying in a place she never stayed at before. Sure, they could've ran away to one of their friends houses, like Charlie's or Rebecca's, but that would instantly give it away to her mini gang that something was wrong with their house, considering they always saw new injuries and heard many lies in the far past and even shorter past.

The Curtis's Greasers gang didn't see many injuries from Sondra or Iris, but that didn't wipe away some of their concern on why the two of them were out in town all by themselves with packed bags and in their pajamas. Out of all of the Greasers though, believe it or not, Dally was the one who was the most concerned. He was the only one truly picking up that Sondra was keeping a secret to herself, and Iris must've been tied into it, along with why she has brain damage and blindness, AND why she winced and began rubbing her arms and shoulders while she rocked herself back and forth a bit just because Dally gave her shoulders gentle squeezes, which he was only doing so he could tell her to come on and follow him.

Dally plopped himself down in the recliner, keeping his eyes on Iris as she soothingly breathed in and out, relaxing peacefully on the Curtis's couch, her little bare hands now holding each other as they brushed the side of her face with her now resting on her left side, facing towards the back of the soft couch. Seeing such an adorable little girl sleeping like that had the cracking shell that was plastered around ol' Dally's heart just caused it to crack even more, and a rare golden light seemed to be shining through. As much as Dally hated to admit it, even to himself, he was now wrapped around Iris's little finger. A rare, small grin twitched its way up on Dally's mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip a little, and he narrowed his eyes in a thinking manner when continuing to stare at Iris.

"Why would she wince like that?" Dally quietly asked himself in such a soft manner so only he could hear his own words. "I mean, I didn't squeeze her shoulders THAT hard to hurt her or anything."

Dally's mind then locked on the thought that maybe something was hidden underneath the fabric. Iris's sleeves, he means. What if something was covering her skin upon her shoulders that would cause her to wince like that. Dally's eyes slimly grew big at the thought, and he instantly stood up from the recliner, keeping that thought heavily still on his mind as he tiptoed over to Iris's peaceful looking body. Not making another single move at first after he made it to the couch and just stared at Iris, Dallas knew he'd have to see if she was fast asleep before he could check at least one of her arms.

"Psst!" Dally quietly hissed. "Iris? Iris! Iris, are you awake? Iris!"

No response at all. All Dally got in return was complete silence, meaning Iris was out like a light, by the looks of her still silver/gray-colored eyes still shut, and she was breathing in and out peacefully, still being warmly tucked underneath the blanket that Dally got for her as well.

"Wow," Dally let out a sigh that was full of absolute relief, his eyes still slightly wide. "That girl sure does fall asleep quick, even faster than Two-Bit after he drinks over fifteen beers in a row."

That's when Dally just shrugged his shoulders to himself, right before he carefully and gently reached his hands down, first of all slowly stripping the blanket back from Iris's upper body. Dally paused each time he heard a tired moan or groan escape from Iris's lips, but she didn't wake up, and Dally stopped taking the blanket back. That's when Dally fixed his eyes on the one of Iris's arms that was available to see since she wasn't laying on it. Dallas took in and let out a deep, but soft breath, being extra careful and gentle, his fingers so light as they pinched a hold of Iris's colorful sleeve and pulled it up.

Shock instantly pooled up in both of Dally's eyes, causing them to shoot bigger than ever before in his life, and his jaw fell, his mouth now gaping open in a giant 'O' shape. At that moment, something else hit Dally that he'd never admit to anybody, and he'd hate it if he'd have to confess it, which he was forced to do at that moment with himself. He was absoluetly startled.

All up Iris's arms were the colors of black, blue, and purple. Bruises. Along the terrible markings were some red cuts, but most of the injuries that were printed on Iris's arm was bruises.

"Oh my god..." Dally gasped so softly to himself when staring at the terrible bruises and cuts. After about five more seconds of staring at Iris's arm, Dally digested the horrifying picture and carefully tugged her sleeve back down. No wonder she winced when he squeezed her shoulders. He must've touched some of her injuries that were printed up all over her skin. That's when Dally checked Iris's shoulder with the same amount of extra care and gentleness to realize that he was correct. At that moment, Dally was desperately wishing that he wasn't right about this. He knew that something was wrong with Iris underneath the fabric of her clothes, and what actually scared Dally a bit was him realizing the fact that he knew that it must've tied into Sondra's secret.

That was enough for Dally to know. Without any hesitation, he quickly, but carefully at the same time, tucked the blanket back around Iris's body completely, and then headed his way towards the Curtis's door. He had the address, and Iris was asleep...next stop, the Prescott's household.

Dally continued to walk and walk, until he put his cigarette out, blowing out his final puff of a gray cloud from his lips. He knew he was getting closer to Sondra and Iris's house, just like he wanted. The only thing Dallas didn't actually understand was what he would find when he knocked on the front door and waited for somebody to open it.

"Dally! Dally! Dallas Winston, wait up!" A male voice suddenly called out, interrupting Dally's deep thought on what he could possibly find at Sondra and Iris's house. Without any hesitation, Dally gazed over his shoulder to see Two-Bit rushing up behind him, breathing in and out deeply, considering he smoked so much and his lungs failed at taking in so much oxygen after a run or jog or anything like that. That's why Two-Bit either walked or drove all over the place.

"Two-Bit Mathews?" Dally confusedly cocked an eyebrow as he watched until the wisecracker made it by his left side on the sidewalk, which was when he just stared back in front of him. "Two-Bit, where have you been today? Nobody knew where you went. I mean, Ponyboy must be at the park with Cassidy and Jocelyn now, Sodapop, Steve, and Kitten are at the DX, Darry's at work himself, and Johnnycake is out somewhere with that Baby girl to get some stuff or something like that. Where have you been though?" Dally lectured.

Nonetheless, Two-Bit was now lost in remembering what he saw at the mall between Sondra and Johnny, goofily grinning ear to ear as he stared down at his worn out tennis shoes, desperately wanting to share about the kiss with somebody, but Two-Bit knew for a fact that he wasn't going to tell Dally out of all people about it. Dally still hated the fact that Sondra and Johnny were both friends, just like he hates the other fact that everybody else in the gang is also a new friend of Sondra's. Two-Bit would rather tell Jocelyn, and she's just a little baby who would just stare at him with her big, sweet, cute eyes, not understanding a single word that he was saying.

"Um, Two-Bit!" Dally exclaimed, raising his voice a bit to earn over Two-Bit's attention, which worked greatly. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Oh, um..." Two-Bit hesitated as he gazed back down at his tennis shoes, knowing for a fact that he'd have to come up with a lie very fast. He couldn't lie to Dally's face to save his life. Actually, nobody can really lie to Dallas Christopher Winston's face and get away with it, even if they did sound pretty dang convincing. Dally was pretty much like a human lie detector.

"Um, what?" Dally cocked one of his eyebrows yet again, but this time was out of annoyance since he didn't get any type of direct answer from Two-Bit yet.

"Um...it's nothing, I just...came up with a new joke!" Two-Bit's goofy smile spread widely across his face as he stared back up at Dallas, who was looking right back at him like he lost his mind or something. "You want to hear it, Dally?" Two-Bit asked.

"No." Dally flatly responded, glancing back in front of him.

"Knock, knock!"

Dally rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands into his leather jacket's pockets. "Mathews, I told you that I didn't want to hear this new joke of yours!"

"Knock, knock!" Two-Bit repeated himself, only so he could make Dally believe his lie even more about him coming up with a joke that made him smile like that.

"Who's there?" Dally uncaringly sighed, desperately wishing he had a brick or something like that so he could knock Two-Bit out.

"Cantelope!" Two-Bit faked his cheer, even though it did sound very convincing.

"Cantelope who?" Dallas grumbled.

"Cant elope without a girl!" Two-Bit burst out into a phony fit of his realistic laughter, but when he witnessed Dally just roll his eyes at him, the wisecracker felt it would've been a great time to change the topic. Besides, Two-Bit knew that Dally heard that joke before from Tim and Curly Sheppard.

"So, Dally," The wisecracker faked a cough, which didn't sound real at all. "Aren't you supposed to be babysitting Iris at the moment?"

"Yes," Dally simply responded without pausing to think the question through at all. "Nevertheless, she's fast asleep on the Curtis's couch, taking a nap at the moment, so I decided that it was a great time to head over to hers and this Baby's house."

"Oh, I see, that seems-" Two-Bit simply shrugged his shoulders and grinned, but his smile instantly vanished from his face as his eyes shot wide a bit, and he stared back at Dally once more. "What do you mean, you're heading over to Baby and Iris's house?!" Two-Bit blurted out with absolute concern and some shock.

"I got the address from Iris, Two-Bit." Dally simply shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, even though he was completely eager to get there and see what he'll find since he saw the terrible markings on one of Iris's arms. "And since Iris is sleeping now, I figured it'd be a great time to go to their house." Dally added.

"But Baby said that their parents were out of town, Dally. We'd be invading their home." Two-Bit pointed out.

"Two-Bit, think about it," Dally instructed, rolling his eyes while he was at it. "Why would Baby and Iris leave their home very early in the morning while wearing their pajamas if their folks were out of town? And Johnnycake told me that Baby told him that hers and Iris's folks are just so golden, perfect, caring, loving, and all of that good stuff...why would such awesome parents like that leave their two young daughters all by themselves in a place like Tulsa when they go out of town? Besides...even if they weren't home, we're Greasers. We're expected to break the law."

Two-Bit paused for a moment, digesting and thinking heavily about the facts that Dally just pointed out. He was correct, Two-Bit thought to himself. Parents who are just so amazing wouldn't leave their kids all alone in a place where there are tons of robberies, rumbles, shootings, and whatnot while they head out of town.

"Okay..." Two-Bit blinked "I see where you're getting at towards Baby and Iris's parents not leaving town like Baby told us, but why would Baby and Iris leave their home then like that? That's running away."

"No duh, Sherlock," Dally grumbled towards Two-Bit's final three words in his previous saying. "And that's what I'm going to find out. Whatever it is though, it can't be good."

"What makes you say that, Dal?" Two-Bit concerndly/confusingly cocked an eyebrow.

"Iris winced when I gave her shoulders a little squeeze." Dally informed "I instantly knew that something was wrong, so after Iris was out like a light, which was pretty quick, I checked one of her arms to find many bruises and some cuts printed right on her skin."

"You're serious?!" Two-Bit's eyes were now wide, his mouth now slimly hanging open from shock after he heard Dally describe Iris's arm.

"Yes, I'm being serious!" Dally proclaimed.

"But...how?! Iris is just a seven-year-old girl. She may be blind, but she has her cane, so she can't really bump into anything herself that would cause her to get injuries like that." Two-Bit pointed out.

"I know," Dally nodded his head. "And what I also know is that Iris couldn't have done this to herself...somebody must've done it to her."

"But who? Who could be so heartless to actually hurt a little seven-year-old blind girl like that?" Two-Bit asked. Greasers might've been Greasers, and certain Greasers care more about other people than what other Greasers do. Two-Bit loved kids more than Dally did, but that didn't stop Dallas from actually being concerned about Iris and even Sondra.

"I don't know," Dally shrugged his shoulders. "However, whoever hurts Iris must be hurting Baby too, since they're sisters."

"So, what are you saying, Dally? They're both jumped? Bullied? What is it?" Two-Bit questioned.

"I don't know, Two-Bit." Dally shook his head, his voice sounding like it usually was, cool and alright, but on the inside, he was sighing with worry. "That's why I want to see if their parents are home. Since they love their daughters so much, we can maybe get some answers from them, like if they know anybody who could possibly want to lay a single hurtful finger on either or their daughters, or if they're even aware with what's going on with them."

"...I can't believe that Baby didn't tell us...we could've helped beat the living crap out of whoever was hurting her and Iris." Two-Bit informed.

"Well, at least we know now that she was hiding this from us, and we're going to put an end to it by finding out who's laying hurtful hands on both Baby and Iris." Dally instructed.

"I thought you didn't like Baby though." Two-Bit reminded, cocking an eyebrow at the top bad-boy in all of Tulsa.

"I don't." Dally shook his head.

Two-Bit paused for about three silent seconds, until he asked Dally, "Then why do you care if someone's hurting her and her sister?"

"I don't." Dallas repeated himself.

That was a lie. Two-Bit could tell that Dallas was lying right then and there about him actually not caring about Sondra and Iris with them being physically hurt by someone else. Dally just didn't want to confess to Two-Bit of all people that he was already wrapped around Iris's little finger, and now it was almost like he was getting stretched around Sondra's too.

"Mind if I come with you to the Prescott's house?" Two-Bit asked.

Dally shrugged his shoulders, hesitating for about three quiet seconds until he responded with, "I don't care."

The rest of the walk was silent. Dally kept his eyes locked in front of him and Two-Bit both, while the wisecracker kicked a pebble around on the sidewalk. Nonetheless, Two-Bit stopped when Dally swung his arm out in front of him and stopped walking, which instantly had Two-Bit freeze and fix his eyes on Dallas, who was staring at this house that was there beside them, up a little driveway that had no cars at all parked in front of it, but two old, rusty, worn out looking bikes.

The white paint of the house was chipping heavily, leaving certain parts of it gray, and the porch railing was broken off, now laying beside the chipped stairs, in the soil and dirt that could've been used for planting flowers in the spring and summer seasons. As for the grass, it was dried out and all crunchy, shaded with the color of what was like a bright, bright yellow, some bricks actually covering the lawn after they fell from the worn out, old, brick roof.

"This is the place," Dally told the wisecracker.

"...This is the Prescott's house?" Two-Bit asked, his voice sending out the message, 'You can't be serious!'

"Mm hm," Dally hummed "Iris told me the address, and this is it."

"...Wow..." Two-Bit's eyes widened as he studied the scene of the outside of the household, and you could now hear the shock in the tone of his voice. "Um...this is certainly some house...it's...nice?" Two-Bit shrugged at his wordplay when attempting to be kind towards the house, which Dally rolled his eyes secretly to since Sondra and/or Iris weren't there to hear him 'compliment' their house.

Not saying another word, Dally started his way up the lawn, the bright, bright yellow grass crunching underneath his shoes, leaving his footprints a bit. Instantly, Two-Bit trailed on after him, truly wanting to help Sondra and Iris by helping Dally find out who could've possibly hurt the two of them. Plus, Two-Bit just didn't want to be left alone to just stand there while Dallas did all of the talking with Mr. and Mrs. Prescott.

Two-Bit and Dally stood side by side, now standing there on the Prescott's front porch as they stared at the closed front door.

"Now, Two-Bit," Dally instructed "allow me to talk to Baby and Iris's folks first, would ya?"

Two-Bit nodded his head, which had Dally saying "Good.", right before he raised one of his fists and knocked on the front door of the Prescott's household three times.

"Go away!" Dominic blustered from the opposite side of the closed door, which instantly had Two-Bit and Dally glancing at each other with cocked eyebrows. Nonetheless, that didn't stop Dally from knocking once more on the front door.

"Listen to me, you coppers, I've got a knife, and I know how to use it!" Dominic bitterly warned, his voice rising with more and more rage with every word he proclaimed from his lips.

"...Um...we're not the fuzz, sir," Two-Bit said loud enough for Dominic to hear his voice. Instantly, the front door then flew open, and there stood Dominic, holding a recently sharpened switchblade in one hand, and in his other, he held a recently opened bottle of beer. Dally's eyebrow remained cocked with absolute concern. As for Two-Bit, he was now staring with wide eyes, both of the Greasers studying how Dominic looked. He was only wearing one sock, which was ripped around the toes, along with a worn out pair of ripped up dark blue jeans with an undone black belt. He was shirtless as well, his eyes surrounded by dark black and blue circles, meaning that he was rip-roarin' drunk, and his red hair was all mangled up. You could see since he was shirtless that he also had a tatoo of a vicious bull-dog with blood in its sharp and pointy teeth on one of his arms.

"Holy crap..." Two-Bit mumbled to himself under his breath, referring to Dominic's apperance, which earned him a nudge in the ribs by Dally, that meaning for him to keep his mouth shut.

"Who are you two?" Dominic narrowed his eyes in a bitter and sharp manner as he scanned back and forth from Dallas to Two-Bit, studying how they looked and if they were holding anything.

"Are you Mr. Prescott?" Dallas questioned, still having one of his eyebrows cocked.

"Yes, unfortuently." Dominic responded, taking a swig of his beer and swallowing after answering Dally's question, before he said, "Now...who are you two?!"

"I'm Robert Jones, and this is my friend, Tyler Lopez," Dally lied, rolling his eyes with the thought of Dominic actually believing he would be earning over the truth of both him and Two-Bit's actual names. Two-Bit glanced at Dally from the corner of his eye, thinking with absolute confusion in what he just said about their names, but after studying Dominic's apperance and attitude again, Two-Bit let it go.

"What the hell do you two want?!" Dominic harshly demanded to know.

"What my friend and I want is the answer to if you're aware of what's happening to your daughters." Dally replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My daughters..." Dominic snarled at the mention of Iris and Sondra. "Those two broads...why would I care what's happening to them?! I mean, they ran off last night, for Pete's sake!"

"But you're their father..." Dally uncrossed his arms, allowing his eyes to slightly grow wide with shock towards what Dominic just said about Sondra and Iris.

"What the hell does that have to do with this?! So my wife and I beat them and treat them like dogs...so what?!" Dominic was so drunk that he had no idea what he was saying.

"Excuse me?!" Dallas's face instantly lit up to the shade of a bright red, thinking to himself that he just knew that Sondra was too much like Johnny, and now it made sense. Sondra and Iris's father was a bitter drunk who drank over twenty bottles of beer in less than fifteen minutes each and every day.

"We killed our son, Gabriel, beating him to actual death, but we didn't mean to...actually, before that, my wife took a drug to attempt having a miscarriage with our third child, but all it did was leave her blind with some brain damage...I started attempting to have some fuunnn with my first daughter every weekend after her eleventh birthday, but she was always getting away before I could...my wife and I even forced smoking on her when she turned ten...or eleven, wasn't it? Eh, who knows..." Dominic lectured.

Without any hesitation, no matter how much he attempted holding it back, Dally swung his clenched fist across Dominic's face, nailing him hard across the cheek, which instantly left Two-Bit looking absoluetly even more shocked, and Dominic like he was a bomb that was about to explode. The secret was out for both Dally and Two-Bit. The Prescott daughters were straight up abused by a bitter drunk for a father, and a drug taker for a mother.

"Two-Bit, I just lost the element of surprise!" Dally exclaimed, taking a quick look at the surprised/shocked wisecracker, before he stared right back at Dominic and added the three words, "Go get help!"

And that's what Two-Bit instantly did, running off to go get help by fetching Darry, since he didn't work that far at all from Sondra and Iris's house, and that just left Dally fighting the drunk Dominic...

A/N: Cliffhanger! What's going to happen next? Please review and stay tuned for the next chapter! Not much of this story is left! Remember, there WILL be a sequel, but I have school coming back in just a few weeks, so please remember that this will be taking more time since my school work will be piling up on me. :P Anyway, stay tuned and please review! :D :D :D :D