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*Dally's POV*
*When Soda is leaving*
I watched Soda's retreating back and a feeling of jealousy came
over me. I wanted to ignore it, but I knew it was there. There was no way
to ignore it, it was inevitable. I knew I shouldn't have been jealous of
Sodapop. I couldn't really figure out why I was in the first place. What
does he have that I don't? Ok, let's rephrase that. What does Sodapop Curtis
have that I don't and that deep down I secretly want? I can tell you the
answer right now. A family. I never had a real one, and seeing Soda go
back to his brothers just stirs something up inside of me.
"Hey Winston is Merril having a party tonight?" someone asked me.
"Hey Shepard. How the hell should I know?"
I turned around and looked at the guy that looked even tougher than
I do. Tim Shepard is a damn poster child for JD.
" I don't know, you usually just do," he said.
" Well it's Buck, he always has some sort of party going," I said and
ran my hand through my non greased hair.
" Yeah you're right Dal. Well I'm gonna head over there, you coming?"
he asked.
" Yeah, I'll catch up with you later," I told him.
" All right, see ya Dal,"
" See ya Tim, I muttered as he left.
I stood still for a moment. Not doing anything but breathing and circulating
blood. It was kinda nice to be completely alone. Just me and my thoughts.
Scuse me," I heard a small voice say.
I looked down and saw a small girl of about eight or so.
"What?" I growled.
She whimpered a little.
" I... I.." she stammered.
"It's too late for a kid like you to be outside," I told her.
"Are you East or West?" I asked her. Meaning East side or West side?
"Huh?" she asked me.
She was starting to get on my nerves, and right now I just wanted to
be alone.
" Do you live in this neighborhood or not?" I asked her exasperated.
" I live around here," she told me quietly.
" Then why don't you go home," I suggested to her.
The moon was pretty bright and I could see her bright red hair by it
and the coolness of her gray eyes.
" Because I'm lost," she said simply.
"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked her.
I didn't have time for this. I had places to be and people to see.
"Could you help me get home?" she asked in a small voice.
It was obvious that she was afraid of me, and it amused to think that
just my tough Greaser image was enough to scare people. Granted, it was
an eight year old girl, but people is people.
" No kid, I'm busy," I told her and started walking off.
" Please, I'm scared. There are bad people around here, and my name's
not kid, it's Sonia," she said in one big breath.
I kept on walking.
"How do you know I'm not one of the bad guys?" I asked her.
" I don't, but I'm just scared and I want to go home to my m..mom..my"
she said and started to cry.
"Oh Christ are you crying?" I asked her.
" I wa..wanna go home, I'm scared of the d..d.. dark," she wailed.
"What the hell were you doing out here in the first place," I asked
her.
It didn't bother me at all that I was swearing in front of her. Why
would it?
" I was playing explorer and I got l..lost. Please help m..m..me" she
stammered.
" Fine, but I'm only doing it cause you're starting to piss me off,"
I told her.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled a little and
me. I glared at her and she quickly looked down at the ground.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"1247 Hunter Lane," she said without looking up.
" You're lucky that's really not far or you'd still be here in the
morning," I told her.
"Uh huh," she said.
" Come on, let's go," I said and we started walking in the direction
of her house.
About ten minutes later we stopped in front of a house that didn't
look too bad considering it was on Greaser territory.
" Ok 1247, there you go," I said and started walking off.
" No wait! You have to come to the door with me," she shouted and then
explained as I looked at her in some confusion.
"Can I go after that?" I asked.
Why was I letting myself be pushed around by a little kid? Oh yeah,
because it brought back some of the only good memories I had from New York.
"Yes," she said.
I walked up the front steps of the porch and knocked on the door. It
opened and a young woman of about twenty-five answered the door. She had
the same bright red hair as Sonia, but her eyes were bright blue as opposed
to Sonia's steely gray ones.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
She seemed pretty polite for a Greaser chick.
" Umm yeah, I'm Dallas and I found this kid, Sonia, a while ago. She
said she was lost and that she lived here, so I brought her home."
"Nonny? Where is she?" the woman asked.
Sonia or Nonny appeared from behind me. I didn't even know that she
was there.
" Hi Mommy, I'm really sorry," she said.
" You should be, you could've gotten kidnapped or killed or something
else horrible could've happened to you. No dessert or tv for a week," her
mother scolded her.
I was kind of relieved that her mom didn't hit her or anything. No
matter how tough I can get, I still think it's wrong to hit little kids.
I don't think it's right to hit older kids either, but at least they can
defend themselves. Johnny's pretty good with defending himself, but sometimes
he just can't take it. I swear, tha kid must've threatened suicide at least
thirty times since I've known him.
" Thank you for bringing Nonny home, she's all I have in the world.
I'm Brook Forest by the way,"she said and introduced herself.
" Dallas Winston, and it was no problem. There are guys around these
parts that would've loved doing some pretty sick stuff to her, and there's
always a drunk Soc or two around," I said.
She shudderd at the thought and then nodded.
" Well thank you Dallas," she said.
"Bye," I said and left their house.
"Damn Winston you were whipped, and by a little kid no less," I thought
angrily to myself.
I had allowed myself to get whipped though. Because I wanted to be. It was about three years before I moved to Tulsa. I had just turned fourteen
and was all ready living on the steets mostly full time. I went back home
sometimes, but I tried to avoid it. Mainly because the assholes who called
themselves my parents also lived there. I was in gang, and the kids
in it were like my family. Kind of like the gang now, but the one in New
York was a lot bigger and tougher. There was one guy that was probably
my best friend out of all of them. Hunter Yorn. He was fifteen when I was
fourteen and he had a little eight year old sister named Iliana. We all
called her Nana though. Which sounds a lot like Nonny.... . Hunter and
Nana were orphans and had been since Nana was three. I think their parents
overdosed but I never asked, and they never said. That was the thing in
the gang, nothing ever got too personal. If I can ever truly say I have
loved someone in my lifetime besides Johnny Cade, who I love in the brotherly
sort of way, then that person would be Nana Yorn. I would do anything for
that kid. I saved her from a couple of muggings and each time I did she
would give me a big hug and then I'd carry her back to Hunter or the gang.
I've never actually been soft, but when I was with Nana I wasn't as tough
as I usually am. When she was murdured by a rival gang that disappeared
forever. That small sense of compassion that I had flowing through my veins.
It was sucked dry. Nowdays it's coming back a little. Only when I'm
around Johnny. I know he knows it, and I think Pony Curtis knows it too.
Nothing gets past that kid. Seeing that little girl tonight who looked
so much like Nana, except Nana's hair was light brown, brought back memories.
The only real good ones I had of life before Tulsa. I knew that for some
reason I had to hold on to those. As a reminder of when I had someone who
loved me for being me, because I know Nana did. But things are different
now. She's gone and even though the gang says we're all a family I know
it's not the complete truth. I should know this, or who would I be kidding?
I'm always alone.
Ok, I know that wasn't the best of chapters, but I wanted to write
it. I'm doing a sort of weird time thing where the rest of the POVs after
this are Two Bit, Johnny, and Steve ( not in that particular order) then
when the story gets back to Darry's POV that will be when Soda comes back
home. I hope you guys liked it anyway. Just a litle look into the personal
life of Dally. Ok if you have any question or comments then just leave
a review. Thanks for reading.
Fyremoon
