Remembrance?
"Robin? Can you hear me?"
As my eyes began to open again, I saw, as if through a fuzzy haze, Soda's face in front of me. He snapped his fingers right before my face, making me blink in shock.
"What'd you do that for?"
"Thank God," he breathed. "Jesus, Rob, you scared the hell outta me.and Dally nearly flipped his wits. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Why, what happened?"
"Doc said you went into shock, whatever that means. He said you might get kinda, I dunno, freaked when you started remembering stuff," Sodapop explained. "Did you remember something?"
I did. But I couldn't say anything until I spoke to Dallas. It was urgent.
"No, nothing. Maybe I was just tired," I said quickly, before my brother had a chance to question my truth. "Hey, where is Dally? Did he head off somewhere.?"
"Nah, he's right outside. Scared as all hell, ya know? Nearly beat up Steve tryin' to lift his last pack of cigarettes," Soda responded, laughing to himself. I swear, he found everything hilarious. "Want me to get him? I know he wants to see ya."
"Yeah, sure, bring him in," I replied, my mind still foggy yet desperate to figure out what had happened. The scent of Dally's jacket had triggered something, a memory I suppose, that made me insanely curious of the connection between Dallas and that night I was beat up.
Soda returned a few seconds later with Dally in tow. Dallas hurried in, pushing past Sodapop, to my bedside.
"What the hell happened?"
I glanced over at Soda and silently asked him to give us a few minutes. He understood (telepathy, I guess) and left us alone. I motioned for Dally to sit down next to me on the bed, which he did, before I began.
"Dally.where'd you get that jacket?" I asked calmly, trying to keep my voice even, unshaking. It seemed an impossible feat at that moment.
He looked at me, confused. "Why?"
"Just tell me," I responded.
"I lifted it off some Soc. Can you believe it? A nice jacket like that one, just lyin' in the park while he and his buddies were playin' softball after school.chumps," Dally said cheerily. "So, what about the jacket?"
I sighed, growing more relieved. My hands were still shaking under my bedsheets, though, and my heart continued to beat rapidly. "Got a cigarette?"
"Sure." Dallas searched his pocket, pulling out one of Steve's "cancer-sticks" and lighting it before handing it to me. I took a long drag to calm my nerves before continuing.
"That jacket.it smelled like men's cologne. The kind the Soc." I swallowed hard. "The kind that Soc was wearing the other night."
Dallas stared at me, his grayish eyes large and unwavering. "Jesus."
I took another drag, my hand visibly shaking. "Listen, just tell me one thing.and if you just tell me this one time, I'll believe you."
He nodded. "Okay."
"When'd you lift that jacket?"
Dally shook his head. "I can't believe you'd ask that. Robin, do you really think I was there that night? That I could've hurt you? For Christ's sake, you really don't trust me.what is it, huh? Did Darry get into your head or somethin'? Fuck!" he exclaimed, exasperated and infuriated that I could have suspected him. To tell the truth, I felt exactly the same way. How could I suspect Dallas, one of my best friends, the man I could easily fall in love with someday, of something only a low-down no-good Soc would do? I was ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Dal, I didn't mean it. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, you never would've done that, and I know it, all right?" I was desperate to keep Dallas as my friend. In the back of my mind, I'd always been frantic to remain Dally's good buddy, his best girl friend.maybe because I felt like I could save him from himself in some way. I don't know, it made sense to me. But now.oh, God, what had I done? Would he ever forgive my mistrust?
"I just.Jesus, I can't believe this shit," Dally burst out, slamming his fist against the wall before turning to run out into the hallway, shouting obscenities all the way.
A/N: Hope I could clear some stuff up.sorry to those who hate suspense! But it's kind of fun to get people excited for the next part. Anyways, thanks as always for the reviews - I love 'em!!
Love always, Ash
"Robin? Can you hear me?"
As my eyes began to open again, I saw, as if through a fuzzy haze, Soda's face in front of me. He snapped his fingers right before my face, making me blink in shock.
"What'd you do that for?"
"Thank God," he breathed. "Jesus, Rob, you scared the hell outta me.and Dally nearly flipped his wits. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Why, what happened?"
"Doc said you went into shock, whatever that means. He said you might get kinda, I dunno, freaked when you started remembering stuff," Sodapop explained. "Did you remember something?"
I did. But I couldn't say anything until I spoke to Dallas. It was urgent.
"No, nothing. Maybe I was just tired," I said quickly, before my brother had a chance to question my truth. "Hey, where is Dally? Did he head off somewhere.?"
"Nah, he's right outside. Scared as all hell, ya know? Nearly beat up Steve tryin' to lift his last pack of cigarettes," Soda responded, laughing to himself. I swear, he found everything hilarious. "Want me to get him? I know he wants to see ya."
"Yeah, sure, bring him in," I replied, my mind still foggy yet desperate to figure out what had happened. The scent of Dally's jacket had triggered something, a memory I suppose, that made me insanely curious of the connection between Dallas and that night I was beat up.
Soda returned a few seconds later with Dally in tow. Dallas hurried in, pushing past Sodapop, to my bedside.
"What the hell happened?"
I glanced over at Soda and silently asked him to give us a few minutes. He understood (telepathy, I guess) and left us alone. I motioned for Dally to sit down next to me on the bed, which he did, before I began.
"Dally.where'd you get that jacket?" I asked calmly, trying to keep my voice even, unshaking. It seemed an impossible feat at that moment.
He looked at me, confused. "Why?"
"Just tell me," I responded.
"I lifted it off some Soc. Can you believe it? A nice jacket like that one, just lyin' in the park while he and his buddies were playin' softball after school.chumps," Dally said cheerily. "So, what about the jacket?"
I sighed, growing more relieved. My hands were still shaking under my bedsheets, though, and my heart continued to beat rapidly. "Got a cigarette?"
"Sure." Dallas searched his pocket, pulling out one of Steve's "cancer-sticks" and lighting it before handing it to me. I took a long drag to calm my nerves before continuing.
"That jacket.it smelled like men's cologne. The kind the Soc." I swallowed hard. "The kind that Soc was wearing the other night."
Dallas stared at me, his grayish eyes large and unwavering. "Jesus."
I took another drag, my hand visibly shaking. "Listen, just tell me one thing.and if you just tell me this one time, I'll believe you."
He nodded. "Okay."
"When'd you lift that jacket?"
Dally shook his head. "I can't believe you'd ask that. Robin, do you really think I was there that night? That I could've hurt you? For Christ's sake, you really don't trust me.what is it, huh? Did Darry get into your head or somethin'? Fuck!" he exclaimed, exasperated and infuriated that I could have suspected him. To tell the truth, I felt exactly the same way. How could I suspect Dallas, one of my best friends, the man I could easily fall in love with someday, of something only a low-down no-good Soc would do? I was ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Dal, I didn't mean it. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, you never would've done that, and I know it, all right?" I was desperate to keep Dallas as my friend. In the back of my mind, I'd always been frantic to remain Dally's good buddy, his best girl friend.maybe because I felt like I could save him from himself in some way. I don't know, it made sense to me. But now.oh, God, what had I done? Would he ever forgive my mistrust?
"I just.Jesus, I can't believe this shit," Dally burst out, slamming his fist against the wall before turning to run out into the hallway, shouting obscenities all the way.
A/N: Hope I could clear some stuff up.sorry to those who hate suspense! But it's kind of fun to get people excited for the next part. Anyways, thanks as always for the reviews - I love 'em!!
Love always, Ash