1 Slashed Tires Chapter 11
A/N: Am truly sorry. Have had heinous writer's block and am severely stressed from exams. Apologize profusely.
P.S. Thank you thank you thank you for the reviews. LURV YOU ALL!!!!
P.P.S. What's a manga? Jus curious.
P.P.P.S. Was in silly mood when wrote this. Apologize for any stupidity.
P.P.P.P.S. The word with the little star thing beside it? Yeah, well spellcheck said it didn't exist so hunted through 3 dictionaries thinking that self was insane for making up words until realised that had spelt it wrong. Just had to share that with you all so you'll know the depths of pain out of which self created story.
Rated pg 13-somewhere below R for bad bad bad words. Just like the first 10 chapters.
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Dally woke feeling like he hadn't slept at all. His body ached and his ears were filled with a strange rushing sound. He blinked wearily and looked around. He was in a tiny, dark, smelly, dusty place. Dallas jerked awake. Slowly, Dally felt the panic rise in him, realising that he recognised nothing around him.
'Oh my god. Oh MY god. Where AM I?!' Spotting a tiny glint of light above him, Dally struggled to sit up. He pushed desperately at the walls around him, finally lurching to his feet and blinking in the sudden light…
He was behind the couch.
Sheepishly Daly slid out from behind the ratty piece of furniture, feeling as if he could punch himself. In the grey light Dally recognised his parents' apartment. Thanking his lucky stars that he'd awoke first, Dally hurried for the door, detouring at the bathroom.
Once outside Dally realised why the light was so grey…it was hardly 6 in the morning. Dally rubbed his eyes, wishing fervently* that he had slept longer…no way in hell would his parents be up before 10. Dally walked slowly down the street, wondering what there was to do at 6 in the morning. His mind turned to Ponyboy and Johnny, and he remembered suddenly the Soda- note. Digging in his pocket, he found the crisp white envelope with the word 'Ponyboy' on it. Satisfied he still had it, Dallas set off at a much more energetic pace. It was then he noticed the cop car. It was cruising slowly down the street after him. Dally frowned at it, wondering who the hell was up at 5 in the morning, driving around. He set off down the street occasionally glancing back at the car. Five blocks later it was still there, still inching along after him. Pretending to suddenly have forgotten something, Dally stopped, whirled around, and hurried back the way he had come. A block later he glanced back and swore. The car was still there. They were following him. 'Damn fuzz,' Dally thought, flipping off the car. There was no way he was going to be able to visit Johnny or Pony now.
He walked around aimlessly for the better part of an hour before finding an open diner/bar. Dally bought himself a coffee, mentally kicking himself for not stealing money from his parents when he'd had the chance. He sat down at one of the empty booths with his drink, contemplating the different ways he could have ended up behind the couch.
Slowly the caffeine infiltrated his body, and his brain began to wake up. Mentally he retraced his steps from the night before. He'd fallen asleep, but been woken up several times by his parents' screaming fights. Finally, in a fit of sleep-drunken anger, he'd yelled at them to "shut the fuck up", receiving for his efforts a black eye, split lip, and several more bruises before he'd crawled behind the couch to get away and to get some sleep.
"Right," Dally said to himself wearily, "mystery solved."
"Did you want anythin' else there?" Dally jerked around, realising that someone was talking to him. He looked up startled at somewhat familiar person. Slowly his brain began to catch up and he realised that the questioning face of the waitress was Two-Bit's mother.
"Glory! Dallas Winston!" She cried suddenly. "What are you doin' here at this ungodly hour, and what-" here she gasped "what on EARTH happened to you?" Before he knew what was happening, Dally found himself behind the serving counter, some sort of liquid being dabbed on his face. It stung like hell and he pulled away, wincing involuntarily. Mrs. Matthews was still staring at him, shaking her head and making disapproving noises. Dally stared back, wondering what had brought on this sudden motherly attitude. Usually Two-Bit's mother was as cool and laid back as Two-Bit himself. Suddenly Dally realised that he hadn't said a word to her yet. He gave her a wan smile.
"Good morning Mrs. Matthews," he said for lack of anything better to say. She looked at him strangely.
"Did you get jumped too?" She asked abruptly. Dally blinked surprised.
"Um, sort of…" he replied, remembering the police. "Whadaya mean 'too'?"
At that moment the door swung open, and Two-Bit jogged in with the paper. One eye was blackened and he had a cut on the edge of his lip. He slapped the paper down on the counter and seated himself on a stool.
"Hey ma, how 'bout givin' your only son some food for deliverin' your paper…good god! Dallas?! What the fuck happened to you!" Two-Bit was staring openly at Dally.
"I might ask you that," Dally replied swiftly, motioning at Two-Bit's eye.
"I got jumped by the damn Socs. Wasn't no big deal, Darry got there in time to help. Now what the hell happened to you?" Two-Bit's good eye had never left Dally, and the look of devastation on his face was beginning to make Dallas uncomfortable.
"Glory, do I really look that bad?" he asked lightly. Two-Bit raised his eyebrows, and Mrs. Matthews silently handed him a mirror before bustling over to help another customer.
Dally glanced at his reflection and nearly dropped the mirror. His black eye was a dark bluish colour, and purple-yellow bruises covered nearly his entire face. His hair was streaked with dirt and dust and his lips and one side of his face was caked in blood.
"You look like fucking hell." Two-Bit declared, much louder than needed.
"Shuudurp," Dally mumbled grouchily. He FELT like hell. He also felt like punching something. Or someBODY. Or Two-Bit.
"God man, you look like 20 Socs jumped you all at once! Hell, I know I been jumped but I don't look half as bad…or half as half as bad as you do. You look really really bad. Really-"
"God, shut UP!" Dally groaned as he lurched off the stool. He had to do something. The coffee had successfully woken him up and now he was buzzing with unused energy. Wordlessly he slid out of the diner, Two-Bit tailing him, still blithering in awe of how Dally looked.
A/N: Know bad place to end it but can't think of anything else. By the way, if any of you notice that I missed a few details I'm sorry. Just read The Outsiders again and I screwed up a bit. Sorry y'all.
A/N: Am truly sorry. Have had heinous writer's block and am severely stressed from exams. Apologize profusely.
P.S. Thank you thank you thank you for the reviews. LURV YOU ALL!!!!
P.P.S. What's a manga? Jus curious.
P.P.P.S. Was in silly mood when wrote this. Apologize for any stupidity.
P.P.P.P.S. The word with the little star thing beside it? Yeah, well spellcheck said it didn't exist so hunted through 3 dictionaries thinking that self was insane for making up words until realised that had spelt it wrong. Just had to share that with you all so you'll know the depths of pain out of which self created story.
Rated pg 13-somewhere below R for bad bad bad words. Just like the first 10 chapters.
~
Dally woke feeling like he hadn't slept at all. His body ached and his ears were filled with a strange rushing sound. He blinked wearily and looked around. He was in a tiny, dark, smelly, dusty place. Dallas jerked awake. Slowly, Dally felt the panic rise in him, realising that he recognised nothing around him.
'Oh my god. Oh MY god. Where AM I?!' Spotting a tiny glint of light above him, Dally struggled to sit up. He pushed desperately at the walls around him, finally lurching to his feet and blinking in the sudden light…
He was behind the couch.
Sheepishly Daly slid out from behind the ratty piece of furniture, feeling as if he could punch himself. In the grey light Dally recognised his parents' apartment. Thanking his lucky stars that he'd awoke first, Dally hurried for the door, detouring at the bathroom.
Once outside Dally realised why the light was so grey…it was hardly 6 in the morning. Dally rubbed his eyes, wishing fervently* that he had slept longer…no way in hell would his parents be up before 10. Dally walked slowly down the street, wondering what there was to do at 6 in the morning. His mind turned to Ponyboy and Johnny, and he remembered suddenly the Soda- note. Digging in his pocket, he found the crisp white envelope with the word 'Ponyboy' on it. Satisfied he still had it, Dallas set off at a much more energetic pace. It was then he noticed the cop car. It was cruising slowly down the street after him. Dally frowned at it, wondering who the hell was up at 5 in the morning, driving around. He set off down the street occasionally glancing back at the car. Five blocks later it was still there, still inching along after him. Pretending to suddenly have forgotten something, Dally stopped, whirled around, and hurried back the way he had come. A block later he glanced back and swore. The car was still there. They were following him. 'Damn fuzz,' Dally thought, flipping off the car. There was no way he was going to be able to visit Johnny or Pony now.
He walked around aimlessly for the better part of an hour before finding an open diner/bar. Dally bought himself a coffee, mentally kicking himself for not stealing money from his parents when he'd had the chance. He sat down at one of the empty booths with his drink, contemplating the different ways he could have ended up behind the couch.
Slowly the caffeine infiltrated his body, and his brain began to wake up. Mentally he retraced his steps from the night before. He'd fallen asleep, but been woken up several times by his parents' screaming fights. Finally, in a fit of sleep-drunken anger, he'd yelled at them to "shut the fuck up", receiving for his efforts a black eye, split lip, and several more bruises before he'd crawled behind the couch to get away and to get some sleep.
"Right," Dally said to himself wearily, "mystery solved."
"Did you want anythin' else there?" Dally jerked around, realising that someone was talking to him. He looked up startled at somewhat familiar person. Slowly his brain began to catch up and he realised that the questioning face of the waitress was Two-Bit's mother.
"Glory! Dallas Winston!" She cried suddenly. "What are you doin' here at this ungodly hour, and what-" here she gasped "what on EARTH happened to you?" Before he knew what was happening, Dally found himself behind the serving counter, some sort of liquid being dabbed on his face. It stung like hell and he pulled away, wincing involuntarily. Mrs. Matthews was still staring at him, shaking her head and making disapproving noises. Dally stared back, wondering what had brought on this sudden motherly attitude. Usually Two-Bit's mother was as cool and laid back as Two-Bit himself. Suddenly Dally realised that he hadn't said a word to her yet. He gave her a wan smile.
"Good morning Mrs. Matthews," he said for lack of anything better to say. She looked at him strangely.
"Did you get jumped too?" She asked abruptly. Dally blinked surprised.
"Um, sort of…" he replied, remembering the police. "Whadaya mean 'too'?"
At that moment the door swung open, and Two-Bit jogged in with the paper. One eye was blackened and he had a cut on the edge of his lip. He slapped the paper down on the counter and seated himself on a stool.
"Hey ma, how 'bout givin' your only son some food for deliverin' your paper…good god! Dallas?! What the fuck happened to you!" Two-Bit was staring openly at Dally.
"I might ask you that," Dally replied swiftly, motioning at Two-Bit's eye.
"I got jumped by the damn Socs. Wasn't no big deal, Darry got there in time to help. Now what the hell happened to you?" Two-Bit's good eye had never left Dally, and the look of devastation on his face was beginning to make Dallas uncomfortable.
"Glory, do I really look that bad?" he asked lightly. Two-Bit raised his eyebrows, and Mrs. Matthews silently handed him a mirror before bustling over to help another customer.
Dally glanced at his reflection and nearly dropped the mirror. His black eye was a dark bluish colour, and purple-yellow bruises covered nearly his entire face. His hair was streaked with dirt and dust and his lips and one side of his face was caked in blood.
"You look like fucking hell." Two-Bit declared, much louder than needed.
"Shuudurp," Dally mumbled grouchily. He FELT like hell. He also felt like punching something. Or someBODY. Or Two-Bit.
"God man, you look like 20 Socs jumped you all at once! Hell, I know I been jumped but I don't look half as bad…or half as half as bad as you do. You look really really bad. Really-"
"God, shut UP!" Dally groaned as he lurched off the stool. He had to do something. The coffee had successfully woken him up and now he was buzzing with unused energy. Wordlessly he slid out of the diner, Two-Bit tailing him, still blithering in awe of how Dally looked.
A/N: Know bad place to end it but can't think of anything else. By the way, if any of you notice that I missed a few details I'm sorry. Just read The Outsiders again and I screwed up a bit. Sorry y'all.