SPECIAL CHAPTER : RATED R FOR VIOLENCE & LANGUAGE. I'm done switching POVs, now.

PART 2:

Dallas woke up to Steve pacing back in fourth on the cold, concrete floor of the cell. He'd had a migraine for days now, and Steve certainly wasn't helping. Oh, it'll be fine. You have your buddy with you this time. Jail won't be as bad this time. Bullshit. Steve was annoying. It was even worse than being alone.

"Damnit, Steve! Do you mind? I'm tryin' to sleep here."

"Dal, you've been sleeping ninety percent of the time we've been here. I think you'll live." Oh, so that was how it was going to be. Steve was going to be mouthy.

"Shut your mouth, Steve. You might be a pal and all, but I'm not afraid of you or hurting you. Savvy?" Dallas asked, loud and clear.

"You know what, Dallas? I'm sick and tired of your act. You act like you're the tough hood, the big guy. You act like everyone should worship the ground you walk on. Get over yourself!" Steve sounded anxious. Anxiety, another thing Dally suffered from. Steve didn't know that, of course. No one did. Johnny did, but Johnny was gone now. Fuck. Johnny was gone. Remembering that simple fact put Dally in a worse mood than he was in. Steve continued when Dallas stopped listening to him ramble. "Yeah, that's what you do Dally. I can't wait till you get what you deserve, you treat people like shit! Everyone has their days where they can be an asshole, but damnit your time has long been up."

"Steve, you'd better watch it."

"Or what? You'll beat me up? Damn, Dally. I'm real scared." He mocked sarcastically. Dally clenched his fists. "You remember the night you got shot down? You're weak. You can't even handle fucking living on your own. Everyone has problems Dallas! Everyone! You know, I wish Johnny would've died sooner. So you wouldn't be such a shithead all of the time."

There was a sudden silence. Steve had gone too far. MUCH too far with that one.

Dallas charged after him, slamming him into the cell wall. Steve yelped in pain, his back had his hard. Dallas threw him to the ground, causing Steve to hit his head. He got over top of him, but Steve punched a good one in Dally's gut, just raising Dally's adrenaline. He started swinging fiercly, pounding Steve as hard as he could.

"Shit, Dallas! Stop..Stop Dal, please.." Steve pleaded inbetween curses and gasps. He was losing conciousness. Blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose, spurting all over Dally. But Dallas wouldn't stop, he heard the crunch of Steve's already broken nose, his face was sliced open by Dally's ring. His ring. Dallas stopped suddenly.

"Oh shit. Fucking shit!" He screamed and jumped off of Steve, sliding as far into the corner of the small cage as he could. He remembered seeing Johnny, in the lot..beaten half to death, gashed in the face by a ring, leaving a scar he'd carry till he died...

Dallas looked fearfully at Steve, who was coughing and choking on his own blood. He rolled over to breath, and cried in pain. He passed out cold. All Dally could do is stare. Steve was a smartass, cocky, son of a bitch. But did he deserve what he just got? Maybe not. Dallas was having second thoughts. He actually felt kind of...sorry...for something he'd done. Or maybe he was just going fucking insane.

He ripped at his hair. The silence was tearing him apart. He couldn't stand one more day in this fucking place. He had to get out..now.

"GUARD!" He called, as loud as he could. "I want to use my one phone-call."

Five minutes later, Dally was dialing the Curtis's number.

"Hello?" The voice was Sodapop's.

"Soda," he panted. "You have to come get me outta here, man. And Steve. The bail's gonna be a lot, but you have to. I'm going to die, Soda. I'm going to die.."

"I'll see what I can do." Soda said, and hung up.

Sorry it's so short. I was in an "angsty" mood, so I had to write my way through it.