Chapter 3
Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait. I wasn't sure if I should continue the story or not. I made a short chapter just to let you guys know I was still writing. I kept writing. I did it for Johnny! (The more reviews I get, the faster and the more I'll write)
I was oddly warm when I awoke. I wasn't sure where I could've been. For the last few weeks, I was never sure where I could awake. Today, it was in my own bed astonishingly. However, I was not awake yet. It might have been because I was still drowsy or I just did or want to face reality.
I opened my eyes. I looked around my room. It was the same. I didn't know why I expected it to change. Life was changing so fast that I expected everything was going to change. I leaned my head back and smiled. At least one thing went according to my will.
I got out of the hospital a few days later. I had a concussion. It was partially because of that Soc and partially because of Dally slamming into me. I wasn't really thinking straight those days. I think I was having delusions or something. I couldn't help but think if I was staying in Johnny's old room…
I had devised a plan. I knew how I was going to help Dally, without getting killing of course. I knew he has been avoiding me. I haven't seen him since that night. He didn't visit me in the hospital. I didn't mind really but I was worried about him. I asked Darry and Soda about him. They said he wasn't doing too good. I didn't dare tell them about that night. I didn't know why but I just didn't. I didn't know if I should have. I assumed the truth would come out sooner or later but it didn't have to be right there and then, while I was in the hospital bed.
Anyways, I was walking to the corner store. I asked around and knew Dally's routine for the last few days. He was heading down there to get cigarettes and something strong to drink. It was early in the evening.
Darry was worried about me getting jumped on my way there. However, truthfully I didn't care. I knew how to protect myself. Plus, I was catching up with Dally. No one would try to jump Dally, not now. I knew the story was going around about him robbing that store. It was almost like I was numb, almost as numb as Dally.
I saw him walk out of the store with a couple of packs of heavy duty cigs stashed in his back pocket and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He had a cold, hard expression on his face.
"Hey Dally!" I called after him. He didn't even turn when I said his name. He only made a small movement to signal he knew I was there. "Whatchya up to?"
"Smoke, drink, party." he said coolly, barely paying attention to me.
I nodded. "Can I come?"
He continued walking at a brisk pace. "Sure, but if Darry comes after me, I'm coming after you." He said indifferently.
"Okay," I said slowly. I had to this, even if might get me in trouble. For in order to save Dallas Winston, you had to understand him. In order to understand him, you have to do what he does, even if that means drinking and partying. I mean it couldn't hurt if it's only for a night, could it?