Dallas' POV
Sadly, today it was rainy. There wasn't much we could really do inside at the Curtis house, unfortunately, I knew the guys probably wanted to know what happened in New York. I was prepared for this and I told them I would bring some pictures of Alison and I when we were little kids. Sure, New York was a bad place, at least where I lived and I didn't exactly like talking about it. I knew I'd have to tell someone eventually. I was just hoping it wasn't now. My past life was terrible after I moved to New York and so was my family. I think my life was even more screwed up than Johnny's, I know thats kinda hard to do.
I was just sitting on the couch, thinking to myself when I heard a loud POP! I knew than that lightening had struck the power lines and power was out. "Damn it! I was watching mickey." I heard Two-bit say. "Oh get over it Two-bit." Steve said. "But what am I suppose to do now?" He asked. "Oooh I know what we can do!" Soda said happily. "What?" Pony asked, he was probably upset since he can't read in the dark. "Dally can tell us about his life in New York." Soda said. "Damn it, i knew ya were gonna say that." I said and I heard Alison giggle. "Well we all wanna know Dally." Alison said. "Yea, I'm fully aware of that." I said. "Ya also said ya would tell us about that part of your life one day and there's nothing really to do now." Two-bit said. "Yea yea, I know what I told y'all." I said and sigh. I heard someone get up and shuffle around in the kitchen before I saw a small light. Darry walked in the living room and set a few lit candles on the table.
"Yay! We got some light now and we can see. So Dally, story time!" Two-bit said happily, grinning like an idiot, no different than usual. "Alright, fine, I guess its 'bout time I told y'all about my life in New York." I said and they all sat around me. 'Here goes nothing.' I thought to myself. I wasn't really sure I wanted to do this, but it was about time I talked about the 8 years I lived in New York.
"Ok , so after my mom died, my dad packed all our things and moved us right to New York. I don't know why it had to be New York, but it was. We didn't live their for even a day before he started getting wasted. He never really liked me in the first place, so since he was drunk and mom wasn't around, he decided he could beat me and get away with it. He beat me physically and emotionally. He told me everyday how worthless I was, how no one would care about such a fuck up like me. He told me I was a total accident and he never wanted kids. He just was a wasted piece of shit asshole father, that never cared. When I was 10, I stole a few things to eat, he never fed me or let me eat. So I stole, got caught and put into jail. I knew how to steal without being caught, I just thought maybe he would pay a little more attention to me.
That didn't happen, he bailed me out and beat me badly for having to make him bail me out. Eventually he started kicking me out and lived out on the streets pretty much. I did have a gang in New York, they found me after a bunch of guys jumped me badly. They lived in an abandoned warehouse and I stayed there for a little while. I stayed there when I got kicked out or when I just wanted to hang out with them. I became tough, defended myself, got arrested all the time." I said, I was angry with my father, and talking about this made me mad and upset me. I took a deep breath and slowly calmed down before I continued.
"I've almost died so many times, but that doesn't really matter since I'm alive now. When I was about 14, I couldn't take it anymore, so I left. Just packed the few things I had, stole some money and ran. I went around to different places for a year. When I came here and met y'all, ya just gave me a reason to stick around this place." I said, but sadly I wasn't done, there was still one more little part missing. "Done?" Steve asked. "I wish, um... I do have a sister. She's still in New York, with my dad..." I said, I couldn't believe I left here there, but she was just a kid, I couldn't take her with me. "My mom died giving birth to her, she's about 11 or 12 now. I never let my father touch her, I took care of her though. I don't know where she is or if she's alive anymore. She was just a little girl when I left, I couldn't take her with me." I said, just thinking about her, tears started to form. I held them back though, there was no way I was gonna cry in front of the guys.
"oh my gosh Dal, whats her name?" Two-bit asked. "Zoe." Dally said. "Ya have a picture of her?" Soda asked. "Just a baby picture I took." I said and pulled the picture out of the pocket, I always had it with me. I showed the guys and they all thought she was cute. Alison looks at the picture. "She's adorable Dal." she said. "yea." I said and smile.