Dallas' POV
It had been a week since Alison had gotten jumped and she was doing better. Hopefully her ribs were healing up good and she seemed to be in less pain. Whether it was because she was taking pain killers, or it just went away, I wasn't sure. Anyway, I've still been thinking of Zoe, luckily I had saved up a ton of money from winning poker games at Buck's. I walked in the Curtis house, I was gonna go to New York to get Zoe and I was gonna tell the guys. Everyone was already in the living room, watching mickey, reading or fooling around.
"Hey guys!" I hollered to get their attention. Two-bit turned mickey off to hear me. "What's up babe?" Alison asked, looking up at me. "I'm going to New York." I said and they all looked at me with wide eyes. "What?! Why?!" They all yelled at me. "I need to get my sister back. I haven't been able to get her off my mind since I told you all about her." I said, letting my cold, hard New York accent coming out.
"Haven't heard that accent in awhile." Darry said and I nodded. "Better let it out since I'm goin' to 'York." I said, the accent just slipping out. "Good luck Dal, ya go a ride?" Steve asked. "Buck is letting me use 'is car." I said, nodding a bit. "How long you gonna be gone?" Alison asked, looking sad. "I'll call you when I get there. But it depends if Zoe still lives with my ol' man and if he still lives in the same house." I said and Alison nods. "Call when you leave too." Alison said. "I will." I said and kissed Alison softly and passionately. I felt her kiss back and after a few minutes we pulled away.
I waved goodbye and walked out of the house. I got in Buck's car and started my long drive to New York. I had packed a few things, filled the tank up and had my money. It would take about a whole day to drive to New York, depending on whole long of a stop I make, how many and if I sleep. I wanted to drive straight through without making so many stops, I'd stop to get gas and if I got hungry, I'd stop for food.

~~~~Next day~~~~

I had made it to New York, making only necessary stops. I called Alison, it was midnight in New York. It went straight to voicemail, so I left a message. She was probably sleeping and I realized then that Tulsa was an hour behind New York. Anyway, a little while later I pulled up to the house I lived in from the age of 7 to the age of 14 when I left this dump. I got out of Buck's car and walked up the pathway to the porch steps. I took a deep breath and as I was about to knock on the door, it opened. Then I felt someone slam right into me and I didn't fall, since the force wasn't that hard. I looked down to see a little girl, a look of panic in her bright blue eyes.
"Zoe?" I asked in disbelief. "Yea, who's asking?" she asked, she was trying to be tough and cool about it. "You don't remember your big brother?" I asked, my accent coming out cold and hard. "Dallas?!" Zoe asked, it was her turn to be shocked. "Yea, why were you running out of the house?" I asked. "dad's drunk." she said, thats when I finally noticed her busted lip.
"I'm gonna kick his ass. Then we'll get your things and get out of this dump. Alright princess?" I asked her, pissed off with our father. Zoe nods and we walked in the house. I slammed the door behind me, wanting to make my presence known. "Don't slam the fucking door bitch!" I heard my 'father', Jack, yell. He thought it was Zoe, oh was he wrong.
Zoe and I walked into the living room, seeing our father in his chair. "Dallas." Jack said slurring, recognizing me instantly and smirks. "I see you've decided to come back." He said slurred. "For Zoe, her things and thats it." I said, glaring at him. "I don't think so." He was drunk, so of course he was slurring. Zoe stayed close to me, kinda like a shy little girl would.
"Listen here old man. Either you let us get her things without a fight or I beat the shit out of you." I said, I was clearly pissed off at him. "Looks like your getting your ass kicked Dallas." Jack said and gets out of his chair. "Zoe go to your room and start packing." I told my little sister, looking down at her. I hadn't realized that Jack had an empty bottle in his hand, until it hit the side of my face. The glass broke and ended up cutting up around my eye.
Zoe ran to her room, not wanting to be in the fight and listened to me. I ignored my cut up eye and go over to Jack, grabbing the collar of his shirt. I slammed him against the wall, letting go of his collar and punched him in the stomach. He kneed me in the balls and I groaned, but didn't double over in pain. I punched him in the face, hearing a crack and I knew I had broken his nose.
It was only a fist fight, though there were a few beer bottles involved. At one point Jack got me to the ground and kicked my ribs, breaking quite a few of them. But the fight eventually ended when I knocked Jack unconscious. "Zoe!" I yelled, even for a drunk man, Jack still fought pretty well. I was hurt kinda bad and my eye really hurt. Zoe walked in the room with a bag, it wasn't huge either. She probably didn't have a lot of things.
"He got you pretty good by your eye." Zoe said and I nodded. "Yea, you ready to do?" I asked. "Ye- oh my gosh Dallas." Zoe said, going over to me. "What?" I asked, kinda confused. "He cut up your side." Zoe said, looking at my left side. Sure enough it was bleeding and there was a deep cut. "Damn, I didn't even feel that." I said, I guess it was from my adrenaline going. "Wanna go see your old gang and have them fix you up?" she asked. "Yea, sure." I said, the guys would be pissed.
I left my gang without saying a word, they didn't even know I was leaving. They were all just as tough, cold and hard as I was, maybe even more. I knew they would still be mad though, especially since I left Zoe. She had met them a few times, when she was real little but she's probably hung around them since I've been gone.
Zoe and I went out to my car and she put her things in the trunk. I got in the car, my side really hurt now that I knew the gash was there. Zoe told me the gang still hung around the abandoned warehouse. I drove there, remembering where it was and pulled up to it. Zoe and I got out of the car, walking in the warehouse. The guys in my old gang turned around and looked at us. They all looked shocked to see me, then they saw how beat up I looked.