Back by popular demand, here it is! I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think. BUT there will be a third chapter...if you guys like this one enough.

Edit:

Okay, so same as before. It's the 11 of January 2008 and I've just edited this. I'm getting ready to add a third chapter sometime in the next week. So look at for it. :D

It was easier then she thought it would be. It was easier to walk away from everything then just stay there and die a little more each day. She was just now realizing this but she wished she had realized it a lot sooner. The wind was whipping at her cheeks and she could feel the wind burn coming on, but it wasn't a problem. It was cold, sure, but it wasn't like she was actually feeling the cold. She was numb, to say the least.

She took in a shaky breath and then let it out again, wrapping her arms around herself.

She could feel her name being called from down the street aways but she knew they wouldn't be looking for long, not in this weather. They probably thought she was in the park or something, hiding out from the cold. But not this time. This time she was gone for good and she wouldn't be going back. That's what she told herself anyway.

She turned, glancing over her shoulder and towards the street light she had just passed. One of their voices was getting closer but she couldn't tell whose it was. The only ones that really cared enough to look were Johnny, Pony, Soda, and Darry. They were the only ones that would be sober enough to look anyway.

Her own father had probably gone out and gotten drunk as soon as he had left Johnny's house. She shook her head to herself and turned back around, letting her head lagged towards the ground.

She was tired, she realized, but she couldn't stop.

Not right now.

Maybe if she got to Soc territory and camped out there they wouldn't find her. Maybe it would be warmer in the morning.

Or maybe she could hide out in someone's back yard.

She dragged on. None of her thoughts were worth following through on and she couldn't seem to think of any good ones no matter how hard she tried.

She gave up, eventually, and resorted to just kicking rocks that were lying in the road.

She stiffened when ever she passed a greaser on the road but none of them seemed to pay any attention to her so she kept on, walking on her way towards no where.

Her mind was mauling over everything, all the possibilities and everywhere she could go.

If she had money she could have gotten on a bus, she realized that much. But she didn't have money and she had no way of getting any.

So deep in thought she couldn't hear the car, until it almost hit her. She cried out though, when it swerved out of the way and the driver honked their horn. Whoever it was pulled over to the side a few minutes later and turned off the car.

She was in for it but she couldn't find a caring bone in her body.

"What the hell are you thinking?" a voice snapped before a body appeared, waltzing towards her in an angry stride.

She recognized him.

She could hear Dally's voice in her head. He always used to comment about this boy looking so much like his daddy that it was almost impossible. And then Dally would go off on a long string of curses and rants about how he couldn't believe 'Ol' Tim Shepard' had gotten himself killed. Dawn was never surprised when Dally talked about it. She just figured that if this Tim Shepard was so much like her own father then it was no wonder he ended up dead somewhere.

"I wasn't." Dawn croaked out before she could think. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself instinctively and she took a step away from him.

"You're Winston's daughter." it was a statement she wished he hadn't made, but it was too late now.

She had been given away by the least expected person ever.

"What's it to you?" she questioned harshly, taking another step back. She was ready to run if something happened.

"Everyone's lookin' for you..." he trailed off and took a step towards her to replace the one she had taken away from him.

She just took another one back.

"Listen-"he started, but Dawn cut him off.

"I don't want to." she snapped. "I ain't goin' back if that's what you want."

"You talk like your father." he snapped. She snarled at him.

"And you look like yours."

"You know, if you don't come back with me I'm just going to tell everyone where you're headed and it won't make a difference."

"Tell them then. I'll just change direction."

"Sure you will." he laughed out. "Hey, look!" he pointed off into the distance and Dawn raised an eyebrow.

She had half a mind to call him crazy. Did he honestly think she was going to fall for that one?

"Please!" she said hotly, shaking her head at him...until she was grabbed roughly from behind.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked an out of breath Dallas as he spun her around and looked her in the eye.

A deep scowl came over her face and she tried to wrench her arm free of his tight grip, to no avail of course.

"Away." was her simple answer before she tried again to loosen his grasp.

"Listen, Dawn Allison," he said, taking a deep breath, "just come back with me and we can sort this out."

"Ain't nothin' to sort out." she snapped back, glaring at him.

"Yes, there is!" he snapped back, glaring right back at her.

"God, you guys' tempers clashe." a new voice cut in. Dawn turned to scowl at Soda who was just now reaching them.

"Shut your face!" she snapped at the adult kid before turning to her father.

"I'm. Not. Going. Back." she said slowly. "At least not with you!"