ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ɢᴏ
ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ 'ʟᴏɴᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ'
When Dallas Winston's sister, (y/n), can't get Ponyboy Curtis out of her mind, she discovers that someone else in the group has feelings for her. In the town...
While the boys went to the rumble, I decided that I needed to talk to Dally. I forgot that he didn't know about Johnny, and someone needed to tell him. When I walked into the room, I found Dally dressed in his signature pants, jacket, and nothing else.
"Hey, I think that nurse-chick totally digs me." He said, with a serious expression. "She gave me an extra jello cup when I asked nicely. I didn't think I was into older chicks 'till now. Hey, what's wrong with ya?" He asked, "Did you finally save the horse and ride the pony?"
"I don't know what you mean by that, and I don't think I ever will, Dallas."
"Oh don't you worry, you'll figure it out one of these days." He smirked while fumbling with his shoes. I placed a hand on Dally's veiny arm. I didn't know how to tell him, so I decided to be direct.
"Dally, Johnny- he died, just a couple of days ago. "
"What?"
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I watched right before my eyes as my brother, Dallas Winston, soul get crushed. He tried to act like he wasn't bothered, but his body crumbled, and his face was blank, with tears beginning to stream down one by one.
"Why- but I didn't get to say goodbye." He whined, looking at me with his pair of dark daggers. I had never seen my brother cry. Even when my dad punched him, and beat him until he was unconscious. He never cried, but he cried for Johnny.
"Give me some privacy, will ya?" He asked, gesturing for me to step out of the room. A couple of minutes passed while I sat outside the room where Johnny died. Suddenly, I heard loud and quick footsteps echoing behind me. I turned, and Dally was running out of the hospital with a gun. When I screamed for him, he didn't answer. My brother had hit his breaking point.
The rumble was over, so I quickly dialed the Curtis' home on the hospital phone. When Steve answered, I told him that I needed to speak to Darry.
"Darry, he ran, he's goin' to the park I mean- I know he is. Darry you gotta help me, he's gonna kill somebody, he's gotta gun."
As Darry told the remains of the gang, I heard Ponyboy shriek,
"Jesus Christ, he's gonna kill himself! The gun's unloaded!"
I ran to the park as fast as I could, seeing Ponyboy about 50 yards away. The gang and I were going to meet each other right at the same time, we were a perfect distance away from each other, with the park in the middle.
Sirens, Dallas' screaming, and heavy footsteps rang in my ears. There was shouting, then...
Bang! Bang!
"STOP IT'S NOT LOADED!"
"HE'S JUST A BOY, IT'S NOT LOADED!"
Bang!
Bang!
BANG!
When I reached my brother, he smiled at me and pointed to the bloody letter taped to his chest.
"I love ya." He whispered something I'd never heard him say before.
"Oh Dally, Dallas Winston." I sobbed, placing his head on my lap. Tears fell onto his face as I sobbed out of pain. Just like his, my body had crumbled, and I sat there and cried. My brother, the one who raised me, the one who taught me how to read, how to write, who drove me to school every day, who was there to protect me, who taught me how to love, was gone.
