Stumble
Chapter Seventeen
Disclaimer - I do not own the Outsiders. Or Swing Life Away by Rise Against.
– Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost? –
The boys all argued when we went home a few days later, but we couldn't keep imposing on the Curtises. Dallas took us back. He went in ahead of us to make sure my father wasn't around. He wasn't.
"I still think you should at least wait till yer feeling better before you come back," Dallas said for the hundredth time as he helped me into the house.
"Dally, I'll be fine," I tried to assure him, though I could tell he wasn't buying it. "I'll stay out of his way when he's drunk."
"Like that's gonna help," he replied. "He's probably still pissed from the other night."
"He probably doesn't remember the other night," I countered.
He brought me down the hall to my room, Nessa veered off into her's. I lay down on my bed and sighed. When I looked up again, I saw Dallas looking around my room. Finally his eyes landed on me. His face was blank but I could see a question lurking behind his eyes.
"Don't even think about it," I told him before he could say anything. He didn't try to argue, or even ask what I was talking about. He just gave an annoyed sigh before turning back to my door.
"I'll see ya later, Morgan," he said and left, slamming my bedroom door a little harder than I would've liked.