Summary: One day coming home Dallas suddenly is dumped the responsibility of being someone's older brother. Dally was the boy without hope, while Gabriel's the boy with a dream. Both share a common ground in which they never expeirenced the feeling of being loved or giving love. What happens when Gabe's hiding a terrible past and it's up to Dal to save the day? Can these two boys pull together before destiny threatens to pull them apart forever?

A/N: As promised here's the 4th chapter! I told you Dally and Gabe will be talking so yep here it is! Sorry it wasn't any sooner.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Quick Facts-Quote:

"If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner" Author: Marlon Brando

Chapter 4-Trusted Betrayal

-Gabe's POV-

I gulped upon hearing Vinny's voice. My stomach flipped over and if possible I felt worse than I ever felt before. Everything inside of me wanted to beg forgiveness, grovel at Benny's feet. But I can't. I did what I had to do. I knew I couldn't keep running forever. The longer I ran the worst it was going to be when they got to me. Mom sent me out here to hide, but I was just getting my brother into more trouble. He already looked somewhat happier here than he was in New York. At least over here he had friends. I saw them myself. I notice their looks of concern when they saw my brother, all bloodied up and stuff. It's rare to find those kind of friends. The one who'll take you in after you gotten drunk, or after you turned your back on your gang. But my brother had those people. I couldn't very well ask him to help me. I needed to get myself out of this situation myself.

"I know Vinny," I said forcing myself to stay calm.

My voice betrayed me. It was way too high. It was pain mixed in with fear. Vinny was my gang leader and turning my back on them, betraying them, well it's the one thing Benny didn't let go of.

"So Gabby it is you!" I heard him say in a disgustingly pleasant tone.

"Gabe. I'm in San Fransico Saturday. Don't come looking for me before than please Vin. Do me this one last fav?" I practically begged looking around hoping I didn't wake anyone up.

I don't even know where the hell I am. But I saw Dally's jacket on the ground, and I knew that he was somewhere in this house too. That somewhat calmed me down. Of course I don't know why seeing when he sees me he's prolly going to beat me to a pulp that even these bandages weren't gonna be of service.

"San Fran huh Gabby? Awfully long way from New York. Don't you think you needed to make a pit stop first? Say, wait where does your father live?" I could hear him enjoying as I felt an involuntary twitch of my left eye. "Oh yeah now I remember. Tulsa Oklahoma. And why go all the way to San Fransisco when I've got family in Okla?" I could hear his laughter.

I could feel something heavy in the pit of my stomach as I fought to keep it down. That was the last thing I need. I think I've got some broken ribs and me throwing up is the perfect thing for me to get better.

"Fine, but give me until Saturday NEXT week Vin," I said knowing I needed to accept what was coming.

I learned at a young age you can't turn your back on people you've known your whole life. Those people are the people you have to hold close to you. There's no one out there that knows you better than the ones you've grown up with. But I also learned, I couldn't agree with Vinny and all of them. I wasn't like them. They were like Dallas, cold and hard uncaring even, but I'm, well I don't know what I am. I can't watch someone get killed and not feel something. Outside I'm fine, and I would force myself to put on the sick smile Vin and everyone else would be wearing at the time. But inside it would be tearing me apart. I'd feel myself screaming. I can't turn away from the people thats taken care of me. Helped me grow up. But I did.

"What's wrong Gabby?" Vin asked in mock concern.

Sighing I knew I should just tell him the truth. He would give me time if I told him I'm a sitting duck. He wouldn't have any "fun" like he'd call it.

"Well my brother got to me before you can. So basically, if your boys come after me, they're going to have to kill me on a couch," I said forcing myself to not stumble when I said kill.

The ultimate lesson when it comes to betraying the gang in Vin's head, is to die. But it isn't where he'd get someone to kill you, no, that's way too easy for him. He'd kill first emotionally, and then physically. I've seen him do it too many times.

"Well that's no fun. Joel, you knew where Gabby was and you didn't tell me?" I heard Vin ask.

I paled knowing I got Joel in trouble. Joel was the one in the gang who took care of me. He watched out for me, and took the fall for me. Sometimes he'd kill for me. He was really the only one who got me, who listened to my dreams. He would help me. And this is how I repay him.

"I was going to tell you Vin. I just needed to make sure Gabe stayed in one place so you wouldn't have to go hunting for him," Joel lied smoothly.

He lied a little too smoothly. I wonder if he would have told Vinny where I was. It would definately take off some of the pressure no doubtibly the boys were putting on him. He was the one who knew I left town. The only one who knew. Vinny must be keeping an eye on him because I called Joel at his mother's house out of the city.

"Ok, you're going to Okla to say good bye to your best friend," I heard Vinny tell Joel.

I knew Joel could do it. Joel was just like any of them. If Vin told him to, he'd turn into one of Vin's puppets and kill me. Take the gun point it at my head and shoot as if it's just a chore. Then again, to him it is. Then he can go on with his life and pretend nothing ever happened. It's what Dallas used to do. But Dallas got away. But I guess not before Vin's brother, the leader of the gang before, killed him emotionally.

"Save it Vin. Save it and shove it up your ass," I said surprising myself. Once I started I kept going. "You want a job done right Vinny, come here and do it yourself."

If there's something I know about Joel, well it's that he's Joel. He could kill me, but I don't know if he could live with the guilt. He told me once he never wanted me to turn my back on the gang. He knew he'd have to choose the gang over me. He knew it, but he also told me he was scared. That he didn't want to kill me. If he killed me he might as well have killed himself.

"You know just for that Gabby, I will," Vin's voice was now cold as ice.

With that I hung up the phone. I forced myself to breathe evenly as I made my way back to the couch. I had two weeks to live. I was the one who put a date on when I was going to die. But it doesn't mean it'll be followed. To Vin, next Saturday is his deadline to kill me.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard someone plop down on the couch right next to him. I got up quickly, a little too quickly because I had to bite my tongue down hard in order not to yelp out in pain.

"Who? Dallas?" I asked surprised when I saw my brother's cold blue eyes looking into mine.

"Get up, we need to talk," He spat out waiting for me to get up.

He somewhat helped/pushed me to the front door. I was careful not to slam the door so I wouldn't wake up anyone else.

"So I'm taking this isn't about me walking out on you?" I asked him as he lit a cancer stick.

"You got that right. I heard that conversation!" He started, if he whispered any louder he would have woken up the entire neighborhood.

"You weren't suppose to be listening Dally," I whispered calmly.

"It's a damn good thing I did," He huffed out.

"Why do you care?" I asked stopping him from pacing.

He seemed to be deep in his thoughts, as if wondering why did he care. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Here was my brother, the hardest guy anyone knew of in New York, pacing because of a conversation he eavesdropped on.

"I care because..."

"Why? Because what? I'll be out of your hair forever. You won't have to worry about me. Neither would mom and dad," I leaned on the house. Talking was taking a lot out of me.

"I care because you're my brother alright?!" He screamed like I just pointed a gun to his head and told him to say those words.

Neither one of us said anything. He just continued pacing, and I just continued leaning on the house for support. I was trying my best not to show how much I just wanted to lie down. I needed to show that I could handle the pain. Like everyone else could. I needed to show him that I was tough, that I could handle myself.

"What'd you do?" Dallas asked in such a quiet tone that I almost didn't hear him.

"Walked out," I said simply.

"No that's not it. There's more. I could see it in your eyes," Dallas said reading me like a book.

"Rival gang got hold of me. I. Well I was suppose to kill their gang leader. The gang leader's little brother got shot. By my gang. I got pretty close to the other gang. I was real close. They didn't know who I was. I pretended that I got hurt by my gang. The little brother always stuck next to me. I was always stuck with the shrimp baby sitting. I got real pissed off when he was shot because he wasn't even doing nothing. He wasn't allowed anywhere near the gang. He was smart you know?" There were tears in my eyes, but I forced them to stay there as I continued with the story. "Yeah well after I heard what happened I asked Vin what it was all about. Turns out it was an inniciation to get his little brother in the gang. I got pissed. I...I uhh...I killed his brother and his cousin. That's not the worse part..." By now my brother quit pacing and he was sitting on one of the stairs letting what I just said. He looked awfully pale.

"What's the worst part?" He asked.

"It's uh..."

A/N: Part where you review! I told you I'll actually update this almost everyday. I'm going to try and finish this. Yeah so what you thinking? Yes I know Gabe got himself in a WHOLE lot of trouble. Don't you think this is where Dallas comes in?