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~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 11: A Nightmare To Forget~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My father stepped out of the bushes. My blood ran cold and my face paled.
"Hello, Bethany," he said in a low raspy voice. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something glint. He was holding a switchblade covered in blood. His other hand was behind his back, in the bushes.
"I see you've noticed my new knife," he laughed, a sound that reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. "As you've already noticed, I've tried it out already."
With his hidden hand, he drew something from behind the bushes. A bloody, mangled Dallas Winston fell to the ground. Blood covered his face and his shirt, and his eyes were closed.
I was at a loss. My mouth felt like a Sahara Desert and my feet were cast in stone. Tears streamed down my face and my dad continued, "Oh, were you friends with this dirty greaser?" He laughed louder and I screamed. He lunged for me and covered my mouth with his hand. I closed me eyes and bit it, and heard a groan of pain that didn't sound like his. I opened my eyes to find Tim hovering over me, holding his hand. I was lying on the grass.
I shot up and started to blubber incoherent things. "Dally!" I choked out, "Where's Dally?"
Dally came out from behind Tim. "What's wrong, Baby Bleu?"
I ran up to him and threw my arms around him and cried into his shoulder. "I had a dream!" I sobbed, "M-my dad was h-here and he k-killed you! You were all bloody," I bawled, "It was horrible!"
Tim came to my other side and rubbed my shoulders. "Shh, now, it was only a dream. A bad nightmare," he murmured, "Dally's ok and your dad isn't here."
I knew he had no knowledge about my father; he was just comforting me. My tears and sobs lessened, and I sat down on the bench in between Tim and Dally.
"You must have dozed off," Dally said, running his fingers through my hair, "What were you doing out here by your lonesome anyway?"
"I realized that I still needed to go to school and Soda told me I should sit this year out and go next year, and I said that I would call my grandpa tomorrow and get the money my parents left me." On impulse, a shiver ran down my spine.
Tim massaged my back and Dally continued to stroke my hair. "I think it's time for you to go back to the Curtis', Bleu," Dally said, sitting up.
Tim and I sat up too. "Tim, I'm goin' to the Nightly Double tomorrow with Ponyboy and Johnny. You wanna hang with Bleu while I'm gone?" Dally asked, lighting up a cigarette.
I looked up at Dally, astonished. In all of Johnny's phone calls and letters he'd written to me a while back, they all displayed Dally as a cold hearted hood who didn't give a Yankee dime about anyone but himself. Now he was asking his friend to look out for me? Make sure I was ok?
"Yeah, sure, Dal. Me an' Bleu'll hang out." Tim put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.
"K, thanks buddy. I'm gonna sleep at your place tonight, ok?"
"Be my guest. You go and I'll walk Bleu home, ok?"
"Alright," Dallas replied, and walked off towards Tim's place.
We walked to Darry's house in silence, and I saw that Darry was playing a card game by himself at the coffee table.
He looked up when we entered, and noticing my red eyes he walked over. "Hey, Bleu, are you ok?" his voice was full of concern.
I nodded and wiped my eyes. "Yeah, I dozed off at the park and had a nightmare. Tim and Dally woke me up in the nick of time."
Darry nodded and slapped Tim on the back. "See ya around buddy. Thanks."
Tim nodded at Darry and strolled off. "Soda finished making the couch for you," Darry stated, fluffing a pillow for me.
"Yeah, I know. I thanked him before I left."
Darry gave me a big hug and headed up the stairs. "Goodnight, Bleu. Sweet dreams."
"Thanks, Darry. Goodnight."
Pretty short chapter, I know. My apologies.