Chapter 3: Tellin' Darry
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Third Person POV
Telling Darry was awfully hard for Sodapop, but Steve kept a comforting arm wrapped around his shoulder. Darry seemed stoic at the news, trying to put up a brave façade, but that night Soda heard the quietest muffled cries coming from his brother's bedroom.
The whole week neither younger Curtis brothers ate or slept. Darry seemed in control, applying for custody and taking care of his brothers. They hadn't heard a word from Dally all week until a Thursday night phone call.
"Darry, man, I'm in the cooler. I got caught slashing Tim's tires and fighting with him. The cops are charging me with slashing the tires, resisting arrest, assault, its total bull. I need bail," Dally told him. Darry took a slow deep breath.
"Dallas, my parents are dead, and my brothers are going to get taken away from me if my finances aren't in perfect order. What were you thinking?" Darry yelled into the phone.
"Nothing really," Dally admitted. He would have been cussing Darry out if he hadn't been so right.
"I'm sorry Dally, I can't. Ask Steve to," Darry told him.
"Why me?" Steve asked, listening in on the conversation.
"Two-Bit doesn't have a job and his mom already had to take Liz to the doctor this week, I'm not asking Johnny, he doesn't have the money, and we don't have the money either, so that leaves you," Darry told him.
"Fine," Steve grumbled. "But when Dallas gets out I'm smashing his head in." The threat was empty, he wouldn't dare tangle with Dallas Winston, but he was angry just the same.
After bailing Dallas out and getting into his car Steve launched into an angry lecture.
"Dal, look, I know your upset, heck, I am too, they were like my parents too, but you can't just leave. You can't just-" Dally cut Steve off.
"Maybe that's all I'm good for! You can't depend on me. I run from my problems, Steve," Dallas snapped. Steve sighed, caring about people was exhausting. He felt emotionally drained already, and Dallas snapping was the last thing he needed.
"No, Dallas, that's not all your good for. Don't punch me for saying this, but you and I both know that you're our friend; you're part of our gang. They need you, Dal," Steve said in a pleading voice.
"That's where your wrong, Steve. It won't do you any good to depend on me," Dally said as he got out of the truck. I'm no good, I don't need friends, and I leave when things get tough. I'm a hood, Dallas tells himself.
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is short. Those of you who hate Sandy don't worry, I'm getting rid of her earlier than in the book. Stay tuned and please review :)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee