1 Slashed Tires Chapter 8
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A/N: Two things to beware:
This chapter is either sappy or dramatic depending on how much caffeine you've had recently.
There is yet another, well actually two unfinished fights in this chapter. Really, am getting sick of them, so if anyone is feeling to same way, pleeez review and say so.
This chapter was inspired by the review of the great Pachelbel.
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The ride to the Curtis place was a short one, but it was uncomfortable. Dallas sat in the passenger seat, silent, refusing to acknowledge Two-Bit's presence. He gazed steadfastly out the side window, hardly even blinking. Two-Bit, not one to enjoy silence, tried to fill the silence by telling every detail of Darry's response. He tried asking questions, he even tried telling jokes, but the icy void remained between them still. Finally he gave up, lapsing into a silence as deep, if not as chilling, as Dally's. Dallas hardly noticed the lack of talk suddenly occurring from beside him. The car rounded a corner and to Two-Bit's relief, the Curtis house appeared. He stepped on the gas pedal and pulled up quickly by the house. Dally slid out quickly, faster than Two-Bit, though he still looked as if he were deep in thought.
'Or stoned,' Two-Bit thought with malice, sticking his tongue out at the back of Dally's head. The two entered the Curtis home, Dally before Two- Bit. They had hardly stepped inside the door when Darry had Dally by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall.
"Where is he?" Darry demanded, his voice raspy. There was a slightly crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers up and down Dally's spine.
"Don't know," Dally replied monotonously. Darry punched him, without warning. It felt like someone had cracked his head with a heavy frying pan. Dally gazed up dizzily at Darry. His vision was fuzzy.
"You know! Where the hell are they?" Darry was practically foaming at the mouth. But his stubborn insistence was irritating, and Dally felt his own temper start to rise.
"I don't fucking know Darry! Why the hell do you think I would!" Another punch, this time Dally lost his vision entirely for what seemed like a long time. He waited impatiently for his sight, wanting badly to return Darry's strike. He heard Two-Bit yell something, and then suddenly Darry was backing off. Dally rubbed his eyes, and looked around trying to see what had happened. His vision cleared and Soda was pushing Darry gently out of the kitchen. Sodapop turned around, and Dally nearly did a double take. The boy's hair was messed up and duller than it used to be. His eyes were troubled and weary, and he had dark circles around his eyes.
"Dallas," he said softly, pleadingly. "I know you must know where they are. Come on, who would they go to? Who would anyone go to for help if they'd done what they did?" Soda's eyes were begging him. Dally pressed his lips together. Strangely, part of him felt that he should tell Soda where they were. But most of him felt like smacking Soda. The guy looked so pathetic! He almost looked like he was gonna cry.
"I'm tellin' you I don't know nothin'," Dallas drawled. Soda said nothing. Dally looked at him. Soda glared back at him, obviously not believing him in the least.
"I don't-"
"Yeah right Dallas. You're lying. Again. God, it's like every other thing you say is a lie!" Soda's patience snapped. He'd been through a lot lately and the last thing he needed was Dallas getting in his way. Slowly, without realising it, Soda advanced on Dally. "Do you enjoy it?! Do you actually like getting on peoples nerves? Why the fuck won't you tell me! I care a hell of a lot more about either of them. I bet you'd let them die without a second thought!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Dally turned on him. He punched Soda hard, his aim off, eyes clouded with anger. Hardly missing a beat Soda whacked him back, then pushed him. Dallas tumbled backwards over a chair, landing hard on his ass. He glared up at Soda. The other stared down at him, looking torn. On one hand he hadn't meant to start a fight. On the other hand, Soda still thought that Dallas was being a stupid prick for not telling him where his own brother was. Dally stood up quickly, not taking his eyes off Soda. Soda clenched his hands into fists, ready to fight.
"I swear Sodapop, I am thisclose to breaking your fucking nose," Dally seethed, his eyes glittering with anger.
Soda opened his mouth with every intention of snapping back at Dallas.
"You bastard, all I wanted to know was where the hell my brother is! You-" Soda bit his lip, looking away, his anger suddenly replaced by an unbearable need to see his brother.
"You wouldn't even fucking know what I'm talking about. If you'd had a brother." Soda trailed off. There was no point. Dally wouldn't get it.
Dally sighed. He could tell him, just to get the Curtises off his back. Dallas opened his mouth, but every instinct in him instructed him to keep it a secret. He shouldn't tell anyone. It was the best thing to do for the kids. He knew Soda wouldn't spill anything about them intentionally, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
"I don't know Sodapop," Dallas said stiffly. Soda looked at him. He was angry, but the will to fight had left him. He swallowed once and nodded.
"Well, could you.could you maybe give Ponyboy-" Soda stopped. Wordlessly he handed Dallas an envelope, with the word "Ponyboy" scrawled lovingly across the front. Dally stared at it, not wanting to touch it, not wanting to tangle himself in such strong emotions that he didn't understand. But what could he do? Silently he took the letter from Soda, slipping it into his jacket pocket. Soda gave him a quick forced smile then handed him another envelope. Then he turned and slid out the kitchen after Darry.
Dally opened the unmarked envelope and his eyes widened. It looked like Soda had given him nearly half his pay-check just to deliver some letter to Ponyboy. Dally shook his head. Why on earth would Soda pay that much? Was the letter really worth it? He shook his head again, as if he could rid himself of his confusion. It just didn't make sense. Why would Soda care that much if Ponyboy read whatever sentimental shit was in that letter? Unless it was money, or papers to leave the country of something, it couldn't be that important. He heard a noise and he looked up startled. Two- Bit was looking at him - Dally had forgotten he was even there. Two-Bit smiled cynically at Dallas.
"Gave you money to deliver that letter didn't he." It was more of a statement that a question. Dally nodded, frowning slightly, still confused.
Two-Bit gave him a tired look. "Soda cares about Ponyboy. He cares that much," he pointed to the envelope, "and much, much more."
Dally was silent. The explanation meant nothing to him.
Rated the same Disclaimer the same
A/N: Two things to beware:
This chapter is either sappy or dramatic depending on how much caffeine you've had recently.
There is yet another, well actually two unfinished fights in this chapter. Really, am getting sick of them, so if anyone is feeling to same way, pleeez review and say so.
This chapter was inspired by the review of the great Pachelbel.
~
The ride to the Curtis place was a short one, but it was uncomfortable. Dallas sat in the passenger seat, silent, refusing to acknowledge Two-Bit's presence. He gazed steadfastly out the side window, hardly even blinking. Two-Bit, not one to enjoy silence, tried to fill the silence by telling every detail of Darry's response. He tried asking questions, he even tried telling jokes, but the icy void remained between them still. Finally he gave up, lapsing into a silence as deep, if not as chilling, as Dally's. Dallas hardly noticed the lack of talk suddenly occurring from beside him. The car rounded a corner and to Two-Bit's relief, the Curtis house appeared. He stepped on the gas pedal and pulled up quickly by the house. Dally slid out quickly, faster than Two-Bit, though he still looked as if he were deep in thought.
'Or stoned,' Two-Bit thought with malice, sticking his tongue out at the back of Dally's head. The two entered the Curtis home, Dally before Two- Bit. They had hardly stepped inside the door when Darry had Dally by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall.
"Where is he?" Darry demanded, his voice raspy. There was a slightly crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers up and down Dally's spine.
"Don't know," Dally replied monotonously. Darry punched him, without warning. It felt like someone had cracked his head with a heavy frying pan. Dally gazed up dizzily at Darry. His vision was fuzzy.
"You know! Where the hell are they?" Darry was practically foaming at the mouth. But his stubborn insistence was irritating, and Dally felt his own temper start to rise.
"I don't fucking know Darry! Why the hell do you think I would!" Another punch, this time Dally lost his vision entirely for what seemed like a long time. He waited impatiently for his sight, wanting badly to return Darry's strike. He heard Two-Bit yell something, and then suddenly Darry was backing off. Dally rubbed his eyes, and looked around trying to see what had happened. His vision cleared and Soda was pushing Darry gently out of the kitchen. Sodapop turned around, and Dally nearly did a double take. The boy's hair was messed up and duller than it used to be. His eyes were troubled and weary, and he had dark circles around his eyes.
"Dallas," he said softly, pleadingly. "I know you must know where they are. Come on, who would they go to? Who would anyone go to for help if they'd done what they did?" Soda's eyes were begging him. Dally pressed his lips together. Strangely, part of him felt that he should tell Soda where they were. But most of him felt like smacking Soda. The guy looked so pathetic! He almost looked like he was gonna cry.
"I'm tellin' you I don't know nothin'," Dallas drawled. Soda said nothing. Dally looked at him. Soda glared back at him, obviously not believing him in the least.
"I don't-"
"Yeah right Dallas. You're lying. Again. God, it's like every other thing you say is a lie!" Soda's patience snapped. He'd been through a lot lately and the last thing he needed was Dallas getting in his way. Slowly, without realising it, Soda advanced on Dally. "Do you enjoy it?! Do you actually like getting on peoples nerves? Why the fuck won't you tell me! I care a hell of a lot more about either of them. I bet you'd let them die without a second thought!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Dally turned on him. He punched Soda hard, his aim off, eyes clouded with anger. Hardly missing a beat Soda whacked him back, then pushed him. Dallas tumbled backwards over a chair, landing hard on his ass. He glared up at Soda. The other stared down at him, looking torn. On one hand he hadn't meant to start a fight. On the other hand, Soda still thought that Dallas was being a stupid prick for not telling him where his own brother was. Dally stood up quickly, not taking his eyes off Soda. Soda clenched his hands into fists, ready to fight.
"I swear Sodapop, I am thisclose to breaking your fucking nose," Dally seethed, his eyes glittering with anger.
Soda opened his mouth with every intention of snapping back at Dallas.
"You bastard, all I wanted to know was where the hell my brother is! You-" Soda bit his lip, looking away, his anger suddenly replaced by an unbearable need to see his brother.
"You wouldn't even fucking know what I'm talking about. If you'd had a brother." Soda trailed off. There was no point. Dally wouldn't get it.
Dally sighed. He could tell him, just to get the Curtises off his back. Dallas opened his mouth, but every instinct in him instructed him to keep it a secret. He shouldn't tell anyone. It was the best thing to do for the kids. He knew Soda wouldn't spill anything about them intentionally, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
"I don't know Sodapop," Dallas said stiffly. Soda looked at him. He was angry, but the will to fight had left him. He swallowed once and nodded.
"Well, could you.could you maybe give Ponyboy-" Soda stopped. Wordlessly he handed Dallas an envelope, with the word "Ponyboy" scrawled lovingly across the front. Dally stared at it, not wanting to touch it, not wanting to tangle himself in such strong emotions that he didn't understand. But what could he do? Silently he took the letter from Soda, slipping it into his jacket pocket. Soda gave him a quick forced smile then handed him another envelope. Then he turned and slid out the kitchen after Darry.
Dally opened the unmarked envelope and his eyes widened. It looked like Soda had given him nearly half his pay-check just to deliver some letter to Ponyboy. Dally shook his head. Why on earth would Soda pay that much? Was the letter really worth it? He shook his head again, as if he could rid himself of his confusion. It just didn't make sense. Why would Soda care that much if Ponyboy read whatever sentimental shit was in that letter? Unless it was money, or papers to leave the country of something, it couldn't be that important. He heard a noise and he looked up startled. Two- Bit was looking at him - Dally had forgotten he was even there. Two-Bit smiled cynically at Dallas.
"Gave you money to deliver that letter didn't he." It was more of a statement that a question. Dally nodded, frowning slightly, still confused.
Two-Bit gave him a tired look. "Soda cares about Ponyboy. He cares that much," he pointed to the envelope, "and much, much more."
Dally was silent. The explanation meant nothing to him.