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It was nearly 7 on the night of Johnnys funeral. Dallas glanced around
the table for the tenth time in few minutes. Everyone was watching
him, doing a horrible job of doing it inconspicuously. Dallas rolled his eyes.
I was fine before the funeral, still am. Nothings changed.
But things had changed. Dallas hadn't talked since the funeral and
wasn't paying attention to anything. He showed absolutely no emotion
except the ever present hatred in his eyes that seemed even more
powerful since Johnnys death. Why should he feel any different? The
only thing he has ever loved was stolen from him.
After a few minutes he began to feel uncomfortable under all their
stares. Screw this he thought angrily as he stood abruptly from the
table pushing his chair back. He threw his utensils on the table and
stalked heatedly towards the door.
"Where you going?" Jake called after him frowning. "Dunno" was his
only reply.
"Well when are you going to be back?" he tried again. "What's it to
yah?" Dallas response echoed through the house followed by the slam of
a door. Jake sighed and rubbed his temples agitatedly.
Dallas breath fogged when it met the cool air. He quickened his pace
to try to fight off the cold.
He was originally going to head to Bucks and see if he could grab a
room but Dallas felt himself shivering violently under his old brown
leather jacket and knew he'd be frozen solid by the time he got there.
He turned to the left sharply suddenly deciding to spend a night at
the Curtis' instead.
As soon as he arrived at the house he hopped up the porch steps and
entered into the house hurriedly. As the warm air met his body he
realized just how cold it was outside. He kicked off his boots and
slumped down on the couch. The entire gang was the living room, no one
making a noise leaving them alone in their thoughts.
Eventually Darry stood. "I have to go to bed. Need to wake up early
for work tomoorow. Y'all staying here?" he asked to Two-Bit, Steve and
Dally. They were.
Soon after Darry left Ponyboy and Soda followed suit saying they
needed to wake up for school and work the next day.
Dallas claimed Darry's old chair for his sleeping quarters while Steve
fought Two-Bit off for the couch. Two-Bit complained a good five minutes
about the floor before finally shutting up after a chorus of rather
disturbing threats.
. . .
Jake awoke to a doorbell ringing. He moaned and pulled a pillow over
his head but reluctantly climbed out of bed when Katie asked him to
get it.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes as he stumbled towards the door. "Who the
hell rings the doorbell this early" he grumbled to himself as he neared
the door. His question was soon answered.
As he yanked the door open his eyes saw the two police officers
standing there. The two from Dallas' case to be exact. "We're here to
check on Dallas Winston." Shit.
The cops glanced at each other awkwardly as Jake looked to the ground
and shuffled his feet. The one to the left raised an eyebrow. "Lost
him already?"
Jake glanced up quickly. "What? No. He just isn't here at the moment.
He...uh..is just with some friends."
"At 5 in the morning?" the other cop incredulously.
"Well...uh..." Jake struggled to think of a reason why Dallas would
be gone so early but was unsuccessful. Thankfully Katie appeared right
behind him at just that moment wearing a tight night gown showing off her
fit body.
"Oh hello. Where are your manners Jake. Would you boys care to come in
for some coffee?" She offered with a wide grin. "Why thank you miss
but-" Katie interrupted. "Oh please do. Jake will just go get Dallas
and be back in a flash, don't you worry."
Seeing no reason to decline they followed her in leaving a stuttering
Jake. Sometimes he wondered how he managed to get a girl like Katie.
After gathering his thoughts he jumped in his car and prayed to god
that Dally would be at Darrys.
As he pulled into the driveway of the address Daryy had givin him he
looked at the house. It was small one story house. One the walls the
paint was chipped and dirty and weeds were over grown on the lawn but
it still had all of its shingles, something every other house lacked.
As he knocked on the door he stared at the ripped screen nervously.
What if he wasn't here? Would he have to go to jail? And even if he
wasn't here, Darry would know where he'd be, right? Suddenly his
thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open to reveal a very
grumpy and tired looking Darry. "What do you want?" he snapped, and
Jake found himself a little tooken back, Darry wasn't usually mean.
But it was pretty early.
"Is Dallas here?" he asked cautiously. Dary studied him. "Why?" That
was all it took to set Jake off. He started rambling on something fierce,
though Darry could only catch the odd word so never really got what he was
trying to say.
He tried to interrupt him and get him out of his spiel but failed. He
noticed that Jake was still wearing his pyjamas, which included baggy
baby blue pin strip pants and a tight white muscle shirt. Must have
left in a rush,Darry figured. Finally reaching the end of his patience he
grabbed Jakes arm roughly and dragged him into the living to reveal Steve,
Two-Bit and Dallas all passed out there. Jake stopped talking instantly.
Realizing that he had been rambling he looked at Darry who just
returned the stare with a confused expression. At least he's not angry
anymore.
"Some guys stopped in to check on Dallas but he wasn't there and I
need to get him there pronto or else he might have to spend month
on the cooler until his trial." he said trying to explain himself better.
Thankfully Darry did understand this time.
Darry walked over to Dallas silently and knelt by him. "Dally...wake
up. Now. Dally wake up." He had learnt long ago not to wake him up by
touch. The last time he woke him by shaking him he was lucky to escape
with only a nice shiner and split lip. Dally had woken up in a
animalistic state and acted like Darry was trying to kill him. Once he
snapped out of it he came onto Darry with such rage he couldn't even
retaliate. Last time he ever did that.
Slowly Dally's eyelids fluttered open. "Fuck off..." Seeing as how he
was awake Darry roughly grabbed his shoulders and lightly shook him
side to side.
Dallas reopened his eyes but all signs of tiredness were replaced by
rage. "Fuck off Darry it's not even fuckin noon yet. I wanna fuckin
sleep so fuck the fuck off!" It was the first night he hadn't woke up
gasping for breath and drenched in sweat and he wanted to enjoy it.
"Dallas! Just get up. You gotta go with Jake or else you'll have to go
to the cooler!"
"I don't give a shit! I wanna sleep." Dallas growled back flipping
over so he wasn't facing Darry.
Jake watched them worried. Time was going by steadily and he didn't
think the cops took that long to drink some coffee. Thankfully Darry
was getting tired of it too.
"I gotta go to work and make sure Pony and Soda are up. I don't have
time for this crap." Darry grumbled. He stared at Dallas angrily for
a minute before reaching his decision.
Dallas felt Darry grab onto his side and next thing he knew he was
lying facedown on the ground. Pain tore through him. He gritted his
teeth and squeezed his eyes tightly as he waited for it to pass. After
a few seconds the searing pain was replaced with a dull throbbing one
that, although still hurt, was more bare able.
He jumped to his feet in a blind rage and was ready to kill Darry but
couldn't see him. He opened his mouth to scream for him to quit hiding
and get his ass out here but shut it quickly when he felt someone yank
his arm. He spun around quickly and was about to punch him when he saw
it was Jake. He quickly dropped his fist. "What the fuck do you want
man?"
"Some guys are checking up on you and I gotta get yah there before
they head or else you'll gotta wait for your trial in jail."
Reluctantly Dally followed him outside to the car but not before
gently kicking Two-Bit awake.
As he slid into the passengers seat Dallas smirked at Jake. "Nice
pyjamas."
Jake glanced down and for the first time realized he hadn't had time
to change. At least it's not my underwear he thought. "Very funny
Dallas. Drop it. The only reason I'm still wearing them is 'cause I had
to rush my ass out here to get you."
Dallas was not going to let it go that easy. After another snide
remark Jake sighed. Why did he want Dallas to stay with him again?
. . .
Jake quietly slipped into the door followed by Dallas, who hadn't
bothered to try to be stealthy and slammed the door behind him. The
two officers appeared almost immediately. He quickly left to shower and
change.
"Ah...hello Mr. Winston. How are you?"
"Just peachy." Dally growled. He didn't know why but these guys just
pissed him off. The way they try to fake happiness in front of Jake
and Katie cause they were 'people who mattered' and how everything
they say is a load of bullshit. How if Katie wasn't standing behind
him they'd happily beat him until they got straight answers, which
they hadn't failed to do many times before.
After many failed attempts of getting information on how the house was
and if he was staying out of trouble thy eventually dropped their act
and stormed out the door. They saw that Dallas was here, that's all
they really needed.
As Dallas turned around to leave he was met by a very angry looking
Katie. "That was a very rude attitude you were giving them." she
scolded.
Dallas was tooken aback. He wasn't use to anyone scolding him. Not
even Mrs. Curtis did, she only looked at him saddened, and against his
will Dallas would feel guilty and try his best not to get into trouble
or be bad again. But once she died he stopped even his little attempts
to be good and started trying to be worse. He quickly gained his
composure back though.
"Who gives a rats ass. They'd be worse than I was if you weren't there."
"Dallas!" she exclaimed. "Thats horrible thing to say! They are trying
to protect you! That's their job! They protect us!"
Dallas snorted."Bullshit. They protect socs. Us greases are just dirt
to 'em. If they had a choice they'd make all of us dead without a
second thought!"
"Don't even say that! And watch your language! They work hard to help
people!"
"Fuck you I can say what I want and they work hard to get rid of us!
They ain't give a shit 'bout what happens to us!"
Before Katie to argue back a voice from the door interrupted "Dals
right they don't care 'bout us."
Dallas and Katie turned to see Two-Bit hopping into the kitchen and
making his way to the fridge.
Dallas looked victoriously back at Katie who's face expression
softened. "What'd'ya mean? How could you say that?" she asked quietly.
"Nobody cares 'bout us. We're just dirt to all 'em socs. Well 'cept
you guys I guess. The fuzz hate us 'fore we do anything and everyone
else does just cause we ain't got a mustang in our driveway."
Katie looked sad. "Is that the way you really feel?"
Dallas snorted again. "It ain't the way we feel doll it's the way it
is. If they really CARED bout us they'd CARE when our parent hit us
and they'd CARE when socs jump us and they'd CARE to see if we were
really guilty before throwing us in the cooler for a few nights."
Just then Jake entered the room. He had been listening quietly outside
the door for a few minutes. "They care Dallas." he said looking a
little confused.
"No they don't." Two-Bit argued through a mouthful of leftovers.
"Yes they do." Jake argued back.
"No they don't." This went on for another few times before Dallas had
enough.
"THEY DONT FUCKIN CARE!"
Jake looked at him shocked for a minute. He hadn't expected that.
After a second he opened his mouth to reply but was cut off.
"They're right we don't care." Randy grumbled from the doorway rubbing
his eyes.
"Randy.." Katie was about to scold but Randy spoke before she could
get another word out.
"Just listen. Stop lying to yourselves. We don't care. Dad I don't
know how you can even lie, you see everything first hand. How many
socs have you picked up for fighting or jumping." After pausing a
minute with no reply he continued. "None. How many greasers have you
picked up for that? Probably hundreds. Now do you really think that
socs would just walk around the East side? No, of course not. They were
jumping the greasers and when you showed up, the story changed. The
greasers were doing the jumping. You'd have to be an idiot not to know
the truth, you just ignored it.
Face it, you guys don't care 'bout them. Or at least you didn't use
to." he added when he remembered he was currently living with the
toughest hood in Tulsa.
Jake looked down shamefully but Katie didn't look convinced. "That's
one scenario. Doesn't mean they don't care bout yah."
Two-Bit answered this time. "Alright how bout this. Happened just a
little more than a week ago.
Bob and his friends jumped Pony and Johnny, and you know how that
ends. So Pony and Johnnycakes are missing, so they try to find some
dirt. Of course they 'question' Bob's friends, but they also pick up
Dally cause when bad shit happen it's usually with him." Dally smirked
a little at this. "But do they question him like they did to the socs?
NO! They beat the shit outta him until he is forced to lie. If that
doesn't convince yah I got a lot more examples."
Katie and Jake both looked extremely bothered by this. "They beat
yah?" Jake almost whispered.
Dallas suddenly felt uncomfortable with all the stares on him. I don't
need your pity! After a few seconds he forced himself to stop
shuffling his feet and look up. "Well yeah, but it ain't a big deal.
They did it to Tim too." he replied cooly. He didn't know why he added
the Tim part but he figured it might make it seem less awkward and more
normal.
Katie eyes had widened. "No big deal? They can't beat yah it's not
right!"
"You think that's bad you should see what they do in the reformatory. I
mean I've only heard stories but.." Two-Bit stopped intsantly when he
saw Dallas' glare at him.
"Its no big deal." Dallas repeated not removing his gaze from Two-Bit.
"It wasn't even that bad. I healed up in a couple of days. Same with
Tim. They didn't really hurt us." At the end he broke his gaze away
from Two-Bit and back to the two adults, who looked at him silently.
After a few moments of silence Dallas stalked up the stairs and
slammed the door behind him in the room. Two-Bit tore his wide eyes
away from where Dallas had disappeared to and walked into the living
room as if nothing had happened. Randy stumbled into the bathroom, a
little disoriented from waking up only a few minutes ago and from the
arguement. Jake and Katie were the only ones left. A small tear slipped
down Katies cheek. "How could they grow up thinking no one cared.
How do you grow up like that?" she sobbed quietly.
"I don't know." Jake murmured wrapping his arms around her and holding
her against his chest. "I don't know..."
Alright thats it for that chap :D Sorry if it is confusing at times Im dead
tired but had an urge to finish. Once again pleaassee REVIEW :DD
I dont care what you have to say, a comment, question, advice, idea,
ANYTHING! So if I dont update soon Happy Halloween :D What are you
being? Im being a crayon :) (yes I can still trick or treat Im only 13, and
thats not too old :/...haha im also very kiddish...kinda like Two-Bit)
So review and have a good Halloween :D