[TULSA] Dallas Winston's Sister and Darry Curtis

-F O U R T E E N-

CHAPTER 15

A week had passed since the night Dallas had hit Cal. She had been staying with the Curtis brothers while she heeled. No one seemed to mind. She tried to help around the house when she could, cooking dinner when Darry had to work late, doing laundry. Darry always hated when she tried to help. He thought she needed more time to rest but she insisted on being useful.

One night Darry was working late, the rest of the gang was over, they were all gathered in the living room when there was a knock at the door. They all looked at each other in confusion, no one ever knocked.

Ponyboy got up to answer the door. When he opened it he saw Tim Shepard leaning against the door frame with two scary looking guys standing behind him.

"Uh hey Tim, what's up?"

"Have you by any chance seen Dallas?"

"No for a while, why?"

Tim's attention shifted to Pony's shoulder. "Well hello little Winston."

Cal walked to the door. She was wearing a pair of Soda's sweatpants with the waistband rolled so they fit and a sports bra. Without her shirt you could see how muscular she was, you could also see all her scars, most prominently the slash across her stomach. She looked like she had been through hell and made the devil her bitch.

"What do you want Tim?" She asked, her tone made it clear she knew what Tim wanted and didn't care.

"Well you see, your dear brother slashed my tires, and I'm pretty pissed."

Cal matched Rims stance and leaned on the door, keeping Ponyboy behind her. "Sucks for you but I haven't seen my brother."

"Are you sure? Cause if I can't find him and get him to pay me back for my tires, well, I'll just have to find someone else to pay."

"Tim, leave us out of whatever shit you have with your brother."

"Or...?"

"Tim, I like you, but if you mess with anyone in this room as retribution for what Dallas did, or anything else, I will fucking kill you."

"You will?" He asked, arching a brow. "Well lil Winston, you don't look like you're in the position to kill a duck?"

Cal dropped her threatening demeanor, "Why would I want to kill a duck?"

"Doesn't matter. All I'm saying is that I don't really think you're in a place to make threats."

Cal stepped closer. "Tim listen to me very carefully. I could be half-asleep with both arms tied behind my back and I'd still make you my bitch. You've seen me in the ring, you know I'm right. So think twice before you come here to threaten the people I care about."

"You're all talk."

"Keep telling yourself that."

Tim stared at her for a moment before motioning to the guys behind him. "Charlie, Benny. Let's get outta here."

Cal stood in the doorway and watched as Tim and his goons got in their car and drove off. When they were gone she stepped back into the house and closed the door.

The guys were staring at her agape until Two-Bit broke the silence. "You are so fucking cool."

A/N- AYYYE LOOK I POSTED. This is trash but I couldn't get it out of my head. BUUUUUT I am SO close to finishing my other story and will be posting it any day now!