[Dally POV]
I could barely process what had just happened right in-front of me. I stood in bewilderment for a few seconds. I had just watched Johnny get chloroformed and then get kidnapped. I snapped out of my shock and began to chase down the person that had their arms around my Johnnycakes. I was yelling at them to stop, with a few obscenities. They turned down an alleyway and when I turned down the alley; they were gone.
I felt my heart sink in my chest, I then got angry at myself.
"Dallas Winston, you fucking idiot! Why did you let him walk alone?!" I growled at myself while tightly gripping my hair, slightly pulling.
I was shocked at how I just watched Johnny get taken to God knows where. I almost let a tear escape one of my underused tear ducts. I snapped back to reality, well slightly and I began to run to the Curtis'. I wasn't really thinking because every time I thought of something, Johnny was there. I got onto the front porch but stopped myself from opening the door. I had no idea how I was going to tell them without dying from a panic attack. I took in a deep breath and slowly released. I opened the door and it creaked loudly. Soda was on the couch, he looked over at me. I slowly closed the door behind me, I felt slightly sick to my stomach.
"Dallas, you look paler than usual..you okay?" Soda asked and I felt myself almost fall apart. I noticed Two-Bit was sleeping beside Soda, he had drool on his face. I looked at Soda and he had a look of concern on his face.
"Dally, you look sick.." he muttered and slowly stood up.
"To be honest Soda, i'm not okay.." I said and quickly looked way from Soda.
Soda stepped up to me and tried to place his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged his hand off and he sighed.
"I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong." he said crossing his arms over his chest.
I wanted to pass out onto the floor but figured I shouldn't freak Soda out like that.
"Soda, i'm not sure if I can even say it without vomiting." I said raking my fingers through my hair. I was looking down to the dirty carpet, as if it'll help me. Soda silently waited for me to say something.
"Maybe you'll feel better if you get it off your chest. " Soda said in a soothing tone. I took in a breath and slowly released, this was not going to be easy.
"It's about Johnny.." I slowly spat out, Soda got extra concerned now.
"What about him?" he said fearfully, he had his arms at his sides now.
"He.." I began but couldn't finish, I wasn't even sure if he actually got taken away. Maybe my mind was freaking out.
"What about him?" Soda asked sternly, he must of been extra worried.
"He's gone." I said and could barely believe myself. Did I just lie to Soda or did I tell the truth?
"What do you mean, 'gone'? I swear Dallas, if you hurt him-"
