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It was 6 at night and Jake looked up to see Katie glancing anxiously
at the clock, again.
"Katie honey, stop worrying he's fine."
Katie glanced at him. "Yeah I know, but he was gone before I woke up.
He hasn't been near this house for at least 12 hours! What if he got
jumped! Or is running away! Or hit by a car or..."
Jake sighed and cut her off. "Katie, he doesn't even want to be here.
He's probably with his friends."
"Because he usually wakes up before 6 AM to go with his friends." she
retorted
"Maybe he just didn't want any people to see him." Randy proposed,
announcing his new presence in the room.
"Why not?" Katie asked genuinely confused. Randy rolled his eyes. How
oblivious is she to the segregation and hatred passed between the socs
and greasers?
"Because A, it'd be bad for he's rep and B, he'd probably get jumped."
Katie opened her mouth to ask another question but Jake cut her off.
He didn't want Randy to tell her just how often jumpings happen. She'd
probably have a heart attack. How she didn't know he wasn't sure but
he liked it that way. If she found out she'd die of worry if Randy was just
5 minutes late. "I'll phone Darry if it'll help you feel better."
Katie smiled happily at him.
"Hello." Jake heard a gruff voice belonging to Darry on the other line
answer.
"Hey Darry it's Jake. Well Katie was wond-... we were wondering if you've seen
Dallas...we haven't seen him since last night and, um, wanted to make
sure he hasn't done anything. . ." Jake pause looking for the right word.
"Stupid? Irrational? Crazy?" Darry supplied.
"Well yeah I guess. . ." Jake slowly answered.
"Well he has. But don't worry he's fine. He's passed out on my couch
right now, but he's fine here. He can stay the night." Darry didn't
need him coming to pick him up and end up with slashed tires or no
hubcaps, or no car for that matter.
"Well okay, I guess that's fine. But make sure he actually comes back
tomorrow. The office is stopping by and we have to sign some forms or
something saying that I'm responsible for him until his trial and if he skips
town I'm to blame etc."
"Alright. Bye. Have a good one."
"Yeah, alright. See yah."
He frowned as he hung up the phone. What had Dallas done that was so
irrational? He was mad he never asked.
As he relayed the conversation to Katie he stopped fretting as he saw
her relax. Least she's calmed down now he thought happily.
. . .
Dally opened his eyes and looked around groggily. Where the hell am
I?he thought for a second than realized he was on the couch in Darry's
house.
Maybe a few less painkillers he thought absentmindedly.
He glanced around the room and noticed the darkness outside. He
glanced at the clock and saw it was almost midnight.
He pulled the blanket on him that they must of put on while he was
asleep tightly around his body and shut his eyes. After trying to
fall asleep for a few minutes but failing he pulled his body into a
sitting position painfully and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
As he pushed himself from the couch he ignored his muscles while the
screamed at him in agony.
After a short debate he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his
shoulders and walked to the kitchen. He felt stupid and like a little
kid, but convinced himself no one would see it and it was better than
the cold.
He made his way to the fridge and and felt his stomach growl. He
realized he hadn't ate in over a day.
He checked over his shoulder quickly before diving into a large peice
of cake.
After he quickly finished it he washed the dish and put it away.
He looked at the clock again. Only ten minutes had gone by. He thought
about going to bed again but knew he wouldn't fall asleep so he
settled with watching a little television.
He flipped around pointlessly for a minute before finally settling on
the news. You know your bored when. . . he laughed silently.
After a few minutes he shut it off. He sat in darkness for a second before
heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. When he was done he
wrapped a towel around his waist and heading back into the living room
where he deserted his clothes.
He was reaching for his pants when he heard a yawn and looked up to
see Darry in the doorway.
"Mornin' sunshine" Dallas smirked at him.
Darry sort of grunted and rubbed his eyes, attempting to wake himself
up.
"So what are you doing awake at this hour?" Dally grinned at him.
"I was awoken by some idiot who decided to have dinner, watch
television and take a shower in the middle of the night." Darry retorted.
Dallas shrugged. "I got restless." he explained.
"Alright but try too be a little quieter. Some of us gotta work yah
know?"
" 'ight. I was just gonna head anyways." Dallas said reaching for his
jacket.
"And where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" Darry asked
incredulously, pausing slightly to glance at the clock.
"I dunno. I gotta dump Sylvia, maybe go ta Buck's or Tim's, depends."
Darry rolled his eyes. Because you dump people at 1 in the morning.
"Whatever just be at Jake's tomorrow. Yah gotta sign some stuff."
Dallas nodded understandedly before leaving the house.
The cool air hit him in the face and he stuffed his hands in his
pocket. Tulsa is alot warmer than New York was, it didn't even snow.
Though it still got real cold at night, especially durning the winter.
He walked fast to fight off the cold and made his way to Sylvia's
house quickly.
Once there he picked up a few rocks and made his way in the back
where her window was.
He started with the smallest one than worked his way up until her
window finally opened.
"Whaa-who's there?" she called tiredly while looking down to see
Dallas Winston.
"What the fuck!" she cried, waking up instantly.
"We're through bitch!" he hollered up, not caring about waking anyone
up and stalked away from her window.
"Wait. . . . .what? Why?" She was completely confused. She thought he was
dead. But since he obviously wasn't she decided to deal with the current
problem. "Baby...come back. Why you leaving me..come up here with me." she
cooed sexily to him.
"Fuck Sylvia! I ain't kidding! I know you were trying to get Tim! You
fuckin' whore! I mean it this time! I've had enough of this shit!"
She tried to look confused. "Tim? Baby, what? He was all over me! Why
haven't you beaten him yet? It's cold out here. Come inside. ." she
tried again.
"I know what happened Sylvia! And don't even try to blame him! Just
cause he was smart enough to see what a stupid whore you were don't
mean you gotta go lyin'! God your frickin unbelievable!" Dallas looked
at her one more time before turnig around and leaving, ignoring her
pleas.
Fuck you! he swore silently while walking down the streets. He was really
pissed off at her. She has cheated before, but this meant that she actually
didn't care about him. He really had liked her, and not just for pleasure. He
was even thinkin' of giving her his necklace he never took off so everyone would
know she was his. It was St. Christopher. Dallas didn't really know what he
stood for but back when he was real young and his parents were splitting, his
dad gave it to him and told him that it'd remind Dally of him every time he looked
at it. Soon after his mom dragged him to New York to live with Mitch, and when
he ran away to live with his dad again after he was put in jail the first time, it wasn't
really his dad anymore. He hit him and beat him, and soon kicked him out to the
streets. The necklace reminded him that he had cared about him once upon a time,
and maybe, just maybe, he would again.
Finally he reached Tim's house. It wasn't too far away but he took the
long way too avoid Johnny's old house.
He walked to the left side off the house and lifted the first window.
He didn't bother knocking, he knew Tim didn't bring girls to his house.
As he landed painfully on the ground he laid still for a minute and
tried to block the pain coming from his chest and leg. Can't wait 'til
you heal up he told his body.
Once he finally gained composure he went to the bed in the room and
knelt beside the still figure in the bed. "Tim! Common, wake up."
"What the fuck.." Tim murmured while opening he's eyes only to see
Dally. Once he was half awake he glared at Dally. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Wanna go to Bucks?" he asked."Broads should be well wasted by now."
Tim thought a minute. What the hell. "Alright give me a sec."
He stumbled out of bed to turn on the light.
He looked around his room. "See any pants?" he asked Dallas. He
figured he should do laundry soon.
"What happened to you?" Dallas asked ignoring the question and motioning to
the bruises and scrapes that cover Tim's chest, disappearing in his underwear.
"Could ask the same tah you?" he said pointing to Dallas' bruised face.
"Some socs tried to jump me." he shrugged.
"Fight." Tim explained. "So how many socs?"
Dallas grinned menacingly at him. "5."
Tim nearly dropped the pants he had discovered. He thought about
calling a bluff on Dally, but he knew he wasn't lying. When he lies he
gets his New York accent back. So instead he grinned. "Tuff."
Later they found themselves in a smoke filled room with drunk girls
literally falling on them.
In no time Dallas was getting to 'know' a sweet brunette behind the
building while Tim was leading some blonde friends up into a empty room.
Both friends that the next day they'd have to deal with socs, cops,
angry broads and abusive or absent parents but for now they didn't worry about
that. Now they were having fun.
. . .
Tim Shepard awoke to the sun hitting his eyes. He opened them
duefully an looked at the two sleepy beauties beside him. Last night
was fun. He was glad Dallas dragged him here.
He swiftly gathered his clothes and heading out the door, not waking
up the broads, nimbly advoiding fights and confusion.
He walked through the hall and looked in a mirror, tracing the scar
that ran from his temple to his chin. It wasn't horrible looking,
just a faint line, but it was still noticeable.
He remembered the night he had got it. Eveyone thinks he go it from a
tramp but that's lie.
He started with his finger on the temple and slowly traced it
down, remembering.
. . .
He had just gotten home, but before he even got in the door he heard
the yelling.
As he walked by the living room he glanced in to make sure no one was
dead before heading down the hall unnoticed.
As he past Angela's room he noticed it was empty. Good. He hated when
she had to hear them.
He passed his door to check on Curly, who's room was the furthest down the
hall. He opened the door slowly and glanced in to see a passed out figure on
the bed.
Checking in them was sort of a habit for him, whether they knew it or
not he did it every night.
He plopped down on his bed in his rooms and closed his eyes, trying
to block out the yelling but found himself only listening harder.
He heard a crash and knew they were at the climax of there fight.
Years of listening taught him important things, like whether or not to
leave his room, his house, to get his siblings out of the house, excetra.
But something different happened this night. After the crash he
heard the familiar sound of the door opening. No!
Please be unnoticed, he prayed but once again his payers went unanswered
as he heard a drunken voice yell "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YAH? PROBABLY
FUCKIN' SOME GUY, HUH? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TA MAKE HIM REAL
HAPPY!'
Tim's eyes opened wide. Fuck no! He darted out of his room as fast as
he could and noticed Curly doing the same behind him. Guess he was
awake.
When he entered the living room his mother was no where to be seen
and his step father was standing above Angela waving a broken bottle.
"Come on Angel... Don't you wanna have some fun."
"Fuck off!" he heard Curly yell.
Angela let out a little sob and gripped her leg where he had cut her.
Blood seeped through her fingers.
"ARGH!" he heard the large man yell as he threw the bottle at Curly who
barely managed to dodge it.
Returning his attention to the girl in font of him, Lance, his step dad, grabbed
her hair and yanked her towards the hall, towards the bedrooms.
"Let the fuck go of her!" Curly raged while hitting him in the jaw. It
happened very quickly then.
Lance had kicked Angel, leaving her in a motionless heap on
the ground.
He then picked up a empty bottle and smashed it against the table,
breaking it in half. As he pulled his arm back and thrusted it forwards
towards Curly's stomach. Only one word ran through Tim's mind. No.
He didn't know why he hadn't moved yet but suddenly Tim found himself
tackling the large man to the ground with all his strength.
Once on top he let his fists fly into Lance's face and ignored any blows
he got in return. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH EITHER OF THEM AGAIN
OR I WILL KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He let of another
string of swear words before finally getting of of the beaten man. He was glad to
see Curly had dragged Angel of to the side and stood protectively in front
of her. He walked towards them ready to help when he heard it.
It was a long shrill scream. "What have you done!" his mother sobbed
angrily at him. "I HATE you! I wish I had a abortion! You are nothing
to me! Go to hell!" and then she violently chucked a plate at them,
sending jagged pieces everywhere.
Tim lowered his head. It didn't matter how tough you were, hearing
your parent say that will do something to you. "Mom..." he said quietly
moving towards her slowly. He was staring so intently at her he hadn't
noticed a figure who had crept over to the other side of the room.
"YOUR WORTHLESS!" he heard a gruff voice yell. He spun around quickly
to see his step dad standing above Angel and Curly, both on the ground and
conscious, holding the broken bottle over his head.
He didn't have time to think.
The next thing he knew he was in front of Curly and Angel watching as
the bottle neared his face. His hands were holding his younger
siblings behind him protectively, so he shut his eyes an tilted his head a little.
Next came the pain. At first it was numb, but than it tore through hrs
head in searing pain.
He couldn't think, couldn't cry, all he could do was shut his eyes
and try not to scream out in pain.
Everything next was a blur. He heard Angel and Curly scream something.
Next someone was carrying him...where? Who? He didn't know, and
couldn't care less.
He felt something being pressed on his face, but didn't know what.
He passed out for a bit then heard some voices murmur something. He
tried to listen but couldn't concentrate. H recognized two of the
voices as Curly and Angel but who was the other one...it sounded
recognizable...it had a accent, not from Tulsa...Dallas?
He passed out again and the next rime he woke up his mind wasn't as
foggy.
He opened his eyes and but was blinded by the light so he quickly shut them
again and waited a minute than opened them again. He repeated this a few
timed before the light was bareable. He looked around the room he recognized
as his own and saw Dally sleeping curled up in the corner.
"Your up." he glanced to see Curly grinning at him by the head of the bed.
"Hey kid." he smiled back. He felt surprisingly happy for someone who
almost died.
"Hey." The grin on Curlys face never left. It was good to see. He was
turning more and more hard everyday and Tim hated it. It was
moments were Curly asks to sleep with him or Angel cries on his shoulder
that help him get by. He hoped they'd never lose their innocence.
"So why's Dallas here?" he questioned.
"Oh well once you passed out we got you to the bathroom and tried to
stop the bleeding but couldn't, and you were becoming real pale,
it was scary." He continued again after taking a shakey breath. "Well Angel
went off for a second and came back with Dally. I think she phoned
him or something. Well anyways he stitched you up real good. We told him
he could leave but he wanted to stay. Think he was worried 'bout cha Tim."
Tim nodded than felt his face. He almost screamed when he felt a
little bump of stitches. He ran his fingers along it and was
horrified to see it travelled almost the entire length of his face. Panic filled him.
Curly noticed the look of distress that crossed his face because he
took off and came back with Angel's little mirror she kept in her purse
in a flash.
Tim grabbed the mirror and looked at his reflection. His mouth gaped
open. A dark stitch ran down his face. "I look like fuckin'
Frankenstein!" he yelled.
Dally woke with a start and looked at Tim gaping in a little mirror.
"Hey beautiful." he smirked to him.
Tim glared at him. "You did this!"
Dallas rolled his eyes. "Jeez you sound like I wrecked your car."
Tim was about to yell at him but Curly stopped him. "He saved your
life." he reminded quietly.
Tim sighed, forcing himself to calm down. "Fine. Dallas...uh...thanks"
Than relization hit. "Wait! Why the fuck did Angel have your number!"
. . .
Dally felt something shift beside him.
He opened his eyes and looked at the mess of brown hair belonging to
half dressed women. He smiled at the thought of last night. Screw you
Sylvia he happily thought.
He forced himself not to gasp when he attempted to move. Everything hurt.
Once he had finally made it to the door he walked into Bucks quietly.
He couldn't believe he had spent the night in the cold air outside. I
most of gotten pretty wasted.
As he slowly made his way past empty bottle and odd passed out person
he was about to open the door when he felt a presence behind him. He
looked to see Tim staring coldly in the mirror which surprising was
still intact at the top of the stairs.
Dallas sighed and slowly made his way up the stairs to see his
friend, making as much noise as possible hoping to break Tim out of
his trance before he reached the top. He knew that his scar bothered
him, not for the look but how it got there, no matter what he said. It was a
mark of how much his parents really loved him, which was probably in the
negatives.
Once he reached behind Tim he placed a hand on his shoulder and tried
not to scare him.
As soon as his hand made contact with his shoulder Tim came back
from his thoughts and spun around, glaring at his opponent. Luckily it
was only Dally though.
Tim glared at him. "What the hell man!"
Dallas rolled his eyes. "Screw off."
They stood glaring for a minute then suddenly Tim said "We should head
'for the broads wake up."
Just like that Dallas was forgiven.
Wordlessly Dallas slipped back down the stairs followed closely by Tim.
They walked silently back to Tim's house. Once there Dallas tuned to
leave, but Tim stopped him. "Wanna drive? You look pretty damn sore."
he said boredly.
Dallas shook his head no and turned to leave but Tim stopped him.
"I know you gotta stay at some cops house 'til your trial. I don't care but
don't say no to the drive just 'cause you don't want me to know, 'cause I do"
Dallas stopped and glared. "Where the fuck did you learn this?"
"Two-Bit wouldn't shut up about it a few nights back. He was
completely shit-faced."
Dallas' face became even more cold. He muttered something about
killing Two-Bit.
Tim continued on. "I think I was the only one sober enough ta care
though. You should really shut him up. Bad for your rep."
Dallas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. No shit it's bad for my rep.
"Just wondering...what was the fuzz' name?"
Dallas looked at him skeptically. Why does he care? He wondered if he
might use him to get back for when he slashed his tires awhile back.
It was sort of an game. Tim would sleep with Sylvia, he'd sleep with Angela,
Tim would slash his tires, he'd steal his hubcaps. It would go on until they
eventually got so pissed off they'd end up fighting, spend a few nights in the
cooler, than it'd start again. And if he remembered correctly it was Tim's turn
to piss him off.
"Jake Wilson."
Tim nodded and looked down a second, looking a little let down. What
had he wanted? When he faced Dallas again his eyes were filled once
again with same hatred that constantly filled Dally's. "Get in I'm
driving."
As they drove past the train tracks separating them and the socs Dallas
felt Tim stiffen, not unlike he did. They never left the east side
unless a rumble was here, which wasn't to often.
Once they finally reached they're destination and Dally made a move to
get out of the car Tim said a little too fast "I'm sorry about your
side kick."
To anyone else this would have sounded rude and ignorant but Dallas
knew Tim meant what he said, he just wasn't good at expressing it.
Dallas nodded a little than begain leaving the car again. He let
himself into the house once he reached the door. He slowly limped down
the hall towards the bathroom anxious for more painkillers.
While swallowing a couple of pills he headed into the kitchen. There
he found a note on the table saying they were at the store, and that
they'd be back soon.
Grinning a little he helped himself to a beer in the fridge and made he's way
up the stairs.
He plopped down on his bed and closed his eyes, sipping on the cool
liquid every so often.
Once he tilted the can up and no liquid came out he went down the
stairs again, happy the painkillers were working. He didn't know where to
put the can so he just left it by the sink and sat down pointlessly in
the living room.
Eventually he grabbed the remote an switched on the TV. He happily
switched through the channels, never staying on one for more than a
few minutes. He didn't know there were such thing as so many channels.
He wondered why socs got everything, and they got nothing. He quickly
pushed that thought away as he remembered Johnny saying the same thing
almost a week ago. He scolded himself when he felt the urge to cry.
He's dead, crying ain't gonna do nothing. Get tough and nothing will
touch you.
Hope you liked :D So thank you to xXmissingmeXx, my best reviewer.
You have no idea how much that mean to me, i literally started like freaking
out and my whole fam was like 'WHAT?' and i was like, "Yeah...uh
srry bout that...my bad"
I think they think im crazy :S muhahahhahah
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