Rachel slept the rest of the day, her body attempting to heal itself. Granted, she had been knocked unconscious, but luckily Two-Bit had found her before anything serious happened. She woke up around eight that night, noticing that it was deadly quiet out in the living room. Confused, she ventured out of her room.
As soon as I reached the living room, I understood the eerie silence. Standing in the doorway was Dallas Winston. Scanning the rest of the room I saw my brothers and Two-Bit, frozen in their places. I knew that they were all surprised that Dally would be stupid enough to come over after last night. I looked up and locked eyes with him.
"Rachel," he finally said, taking a step inside the house.
"Go to hell Dally," I replied in a menacing voice. Turning around angrily I stormed back to my room.
Back in the living room, Sodapop stood up and walked over to Dally. "Stay the fuck away from my sister," he warned, fists clenched.
"Look, I heard what happened, alright?" Dally told them, sighing heavily. "Is she alright?"
"Yea, no thanks to you."
"Soda, this wasn't my fault!"
Soda studied him for a moment, wondering if he was serious or not. "No? If you hadn't told her to sneak out, then left her alone at the park so that you could go sleep with Sylvia, none of this would've happened!"
"I…," Dally trailed off, unable to defend his actions. The impact of what he had caused finally hit him. "I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely. "Now can I just talk to her?"
"No way," Soda replied. That said, he pushed Dally out the door and slammed it in his face.
And that was that.