Cover Up (continued!!)

Soda to the rescue

Dallas groggily sat up. He winched and grabbed his side. His whole side was drenched in blood. He slowly stood up, keeping pressure on his wound. He felt the pain in his pinky, ribs, and anything else they kicked.

"Glory, I hope I wasn't out for too long.." He mumbled, starting to the Curtis house.

"I hope these bruises won't last long. Although, I don't really know how to fix a broken pinky." He thought to himself, looking at his bent pinky.

He opened the door to the Curtis house and everyone's eyes were glued to him. Darry immediately stood up from his recliner and walked up to him.

"Where the hell have you been for 4 GODDAMN DAYS?! No call, no word, you coulda been dead in a ditch!" Darry hollered, getting louder and louder by the second.

Dallas looked at the floor, still hugging his side.

"DALLAS TUCKER WINSTON AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!"

Dally audibly gasped and his head shot up.

"DALLAS TUCKER WINSTON LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU! You show up to my house with a C- ONE MORE TIME and I'm gonna whoop you so hard it'll make your head spin! Get out!! JUST GET OUT!"

"NO! PLEASE YOU PROMISED MOM YOU WOULDN'T HIT ME!!" Dallas shouted in both his flash back and real time.

He opened his eyes to reality and saw them all staring at him with wide eyes as his arms were wrapped around his head to try to shield himself from the beating he thought he was going to get.

Johnny ran over and hugged him tight. Dallas yelled in pain, grabbing his side. He watched Johnny let go quickly and gasp at the blood.

"Dallas did someone stab you?!" He yelled.

He ran past them all to the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. He slid down the door hand put his head in his hands. He let quiet sobs out as he reached into his pocket for a blade.

"None of this would've happened if I used this and fought back." He thought, flicking it out.

He pulled his jeans just below his boxers. Pulling his bottoms so his thighs were fully exposed.

"If I would've died at the lot they'd be happy. It would be a whole lot easier to not worry about me if I was dead."

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"Johnny probably thinks I'm weak and stupid now."

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"God I hate myself why did I let them do that?!"

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"Darry really knows how to get under everyone's skin, doesn't he. Everyone in the gang has issues with their parents, yet he still brings it up?"

Slice.

"Why couldn't my parents just love me?! Then I wouldn't be anywhere near this situation."

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"I wish I was dead!"

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"Being dead would be more convenient."

Slice.

Dal looked down at his legs in horror. There was blood everywhere. His thighs, his side, his mind. All brutal wounds.

He cursed under his breath. He stood up and yanked open the cabinet. He grabbed the first aid kit. Sitting back down on the ground, he pulled out some bandages, rib tape, and a cloth to clean the blood off the floor.