After that day, Dallas started to get meaner and tuffer. He never cried since that day. Dally started to get in more trouble but he didn't care. His childhood was horrible. He never knew what it was like to have fun, but in a good way. Like going camping with your family. What was fun to Dally was to rob stores or to pick up girls. But one day, someone took things too far.
Dallas was walking down the street after flirting with some girls at the Dingo. A mustang started to trail him. After a while, the car drove right in front of him and four socs got out. Dally whipped out his switchblade and dared the socs to fight him. They started to circle around him and one jumped right on top of Dally, knocking him to the ground. The four socs started to pound Dally's head in, kicking him and punching. Dallas managed to graze a socs arm and he backed away with pain. A blaring sound was getting louder and louder and Dally thought he was going crazy. But it turned out to be the fuzz.
The fuzz stared at Dally with his bloody switchblade and looked over at the socs, all bruised up. They motioned for Dally to come forward and took him to the cooler.
The gang heard the news and decided to go visit Dally.
"Hey, how's it goin?" Two-bit asked.
"Man, this place sure sucks." Johnny added.
"I'm good. Nothing but a few months in jail is all." Dally responded.
"What got you into this mess?" Ponyboy asked.
"Some socs jumped me. Fuzz thought I started it. It's cool." Dallas said with a smile.
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The Life of Dallas Winston
FanfictionDallas Winston was one tough guy. Arrested at 10, robbed grocery stores, he was someone you made sure to stay away from. But no one really focused on his personal life. His family. No one dared to ask him what was wrong. Everyone assumed that Dallas...
