Winstons |The Outsiders|

5. Then There Were Two

Identical blue eyes were inches from her own as his grip wavered, and he dropped his knife from her throat. Hannah breathed heavily while doing the same, both siblings placed their weapons in their pockets, not saying a word. 

Years ago, there may have been a time when the two didn't need to say anything, a time when silence meant safety. That time was long gone, the boy standing in front of her now, was little more than a stranger.

 Dallas's eyes darted around the abandoned yard. He breathed slowly, grinding his teeth as he did so. Hannah still leaned against Buck's car, she stared down at her feet and started digging her heel into the soft ground. Her eyes shot up when she heard the grass rustle, Dallas began walking towards the bar. "Stay here," he ordered. His voice was deeper, not like the voice Hannah remembered. He sounded like Charlie.

At least he's talking to me.

Hannah stuffed her hands into the pocket of her jeans, a breeze had picked up, and the sun was on its way down. From her spot on the lawn, she drug her eyes to the second floor of the bar and was able to see her new bedroom. A plan started to form.

The railing of the porch stood at around three feet tall and the roof only sat a couple of feet above that. Determined, Hannah strolled towards the porch. 

The railing gave her the most room in the corner, so she walked over there. With two hands on the splintering wood, Hannah stepped up and held onto the roof to steady herself. From there, the rest was easy. She pushed her arms down, the roof was about chest height, and jumped. Twisting as she did so, Hannah landed on the roof with her face to the sky. With a proud smile on her lips, the girl crawled up the roof and over to her window. It slid open just as easily as before and allowed her to sneak in soundlessly. She slipped her arms through her jacket sleeves and was about to leave when Dallas's voice rang out.

"When did she get here?"

"Been sittin' around all afternoon," Buck replied.

"How'd she get here?"

"Train."

"What is she even doing here?"

"Why don't you ask her, dipshit? She's your sister!"

Hearing all she needed to know, Hannah slipped back out the window. Unfortunately, she also ended up slipping off the roof, just as Dallas opened the door. She laid in the grass, winded, and furiously began wiping the dirt from her back.

"What did you do?"

Hannah huffed while struggling to her feet. "Grabbin' my jacket."

Dallas rolled his eyes and started walking back to the car. "Get in."

Hannah walked towards the passenger side of the vehicle while Dallas pulled the car keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door, and they both got in.

They drove through the town in silence, Dallas's fist occasionally turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, Hannah kept her eyes glued to the window. Her brother drove too fast for her to recognize any shops or street names, but the colours were nice. Tulsa was a nice change of scenery. 

Hannah still refused to look her brother's way, but the silence was getting uncomfortable. "What're you tryna find? A place to dump my body?"

Dallas turned his head, scowling at her.

"Oh please! I haven't seen you in five years,  and the first thing you do is try to slit my throat! Excuse me if all I can think of is murder,"  she yelled dramatically. "You're lucky I didn't start bleedin'."