Kid-Sister: Dallas Winston fic

1.

I don't remember how old I was. How old I was when my parents died. Probably too young to remember. But what I do remember was how my brothers tried to tell me mom and dad died without it breaking me. But then again, I was young. I didn't think much of it other than they just went to sleep and didn't wake up. Ever since then, I have been the only girl in the house. My brothers didn't treat me like a burden like other siblings do. They didn't teach me to mind my manners though Darry tried. They taught me how to defend myself and use my voice. Pony and Soda each taught me something different that I could use in the future.

Soda taught me how to use my strength. He helped me lift several heavy objects. And had me push the car with minor help whenever it would shut down. He taught me how to defend myself whenever creeps tried to 'talk' to me. When I hit 11 I put him in a choke hold! Boy was he proud. One thing I love about Soda is, he actually cuts me some slack and is gentle with me. Whenever I'm worn out from pushing the car he always gives me a piggyback ride and pushes the car all the way home from where we were. And if something was on my mind, he'd let me skip school and go talk where he worked. But if I was caught by Darry from skipping before soda could say anything, I'd blame it on me.

Pony taught me to use my voice whenever I felt like something was wrong. He helped me escape from reality in books and movies. We would cut class to go to the library to find something good or to the movies to see what was showing. I taught him how to sweet talk through teachers to get out of trouble. Pony is a sweet and caring brother and mostly harmless. But when someone even tries to hurt me, he's an entirely different person! Most likely a dangerous one. Though he sucked at fighting, he always tried. Which would end with both of us in deep trouble from Darry. Me and Pony were always the troublesome duo. Not twins though. Ponyboy is 2 months older than me. Meaning, he gets to experience all 15 year old stuff before me! Which in my book, isn't fair.

When they put together their gang, The Greasers. Soda was quick to include me. I was introduced to everyone. Pony introduced me to Johnny. He's really nice when he's comfortable. He's just a little quiet and timid. I feel bad for him though. Knowing my parents are dead and his abuse him, we can sort of relate to our trauma. Pony also introduced me to Keith Matthews or as everyone calls him, Two-bit. I knew when I first saw him, he and I were gonna be fast friends. And we were! Me being the only girl in the gang is sometimes stressful and when I need to smile I just talk to him. Soda introduced me to Steve. Now there's nothing wrong with Steve, he's just a dick. He never minds his business he's just plain rude to Pony. Each time we talked more and more our conversations always ended with shoving the middle finger in each other's faces while saying "Fuck you". 

And then there was Dallas Winston.

Fucking playboy, trouble maker, selfish, cocky, and everything else bad mixed into one person. Him. When we first met we both knew one thing, We despised each other. Soda was hesitant to introduce me to him. It was the feeling. The tension. The way his dark brown eyes stared down on my 5'7 body. How big his ego was. I didn't like it. Ever since then, he found ways to torment me. Physically and Mentally. Whether that be smart-mouthing me or shooing me away whenever I wanted to join their arm wrestle competitions. But eventually all his tormenting would become something I needed. But not his cocky behavior torment. Actual torture. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets start at the beginning.

Where everything was normal.

I walked up the pool stairs to feel the warm breeze of my home town hit my body. It was about noon and I had been there for hours. Summer had officially been around for weeks. And I put myself in the routine to do a form of exercise in my mornings before doing anything. So, the past few days I've been sneaking in, and swimming all hours of the morning. The only person who knew about this was Soda. Obviously. The only thing he asks me to do in return for him not telling anyone is to come home by 12:30 or 1:00 to get something to eat. I looked around for my cover up to see it nowhere on the beach chair. "Fuck" I muttered, realizing I forgot it at home. I sighed in annoyance that I had to use my towel to cover up. I attempted to wrap it around my hips. 

It didn't budge.

It wasn't my body's fault. It was a small towel. It was more of a rag than a towel to be honest. I used my 'rag' to dry my arms and legs. I would have dried my hair but it was a little bit of a walk so my hair could dry a little bit as I walked. I took my rag and snuck out the back. I walked by like nothing happened. I walked with my rag in hand and my head up, staring down people who stared at me for not having much layers on. Oh well. It's summer! What the fuck did they expect. All of a sudden a mustang slowed down next to me. Socs I thought to myself. Though there were Socs I was actually lucky. Because it wasn't the Blue mustang. If it was the blue mustang, I would be screwed. But luckily, it wasn't. I continued to walk but added a little speed and act as if they were a useless bug in the air. I heard one speak as their car pulled up more.

"Hey Hey where do you think you're going dollface?" he said with a smirk on his face. "Where you aren't" I replied, continuing to walk without eye contact. "Ooh feisty. I always like them feisty" He gawked at his friends. "Come here, girl. I can show you a place called home". I stopped in my tracks and exhaled. This fucking guy. It's one thing to introduce yourself It's another to go into fuck mode. Which is gross. I turned and walked toward him. "What would you know about a home other than a shack?" I snapped. He laughed. "Oh I can show you home in your shack" he slurred. Without hesitation I slapped him across the face. Before I could snatch it back he gripped my wrist tightly.  "You know what men do to women who don't mind their manners?"

"Nothing that you'll do because you're not a man. You're a boy and a coward"

I snatched my wrist back and turned my back to the mustang to continue walking. And flicked my middle finger up high and high. I thought everything was fine until I heard car doors slam. Without hesitation I start running. "COME BACK HERE, GIRL" I hear them yell. I turned into several turns until I was at a dead end. The boys tackled me down in the alley. One even punched me in the gut to throw me off. The boy that was hitting on me crawled on top of me. "You know, I knew you were low. But I didn't think you were so low to punch a defenceless girl in the gut to throw me off" I sighed. "I know I know I'm an awful person" He mocked. "You are an awful person. It's not even funny" I mutter. "You know what my dad says? He says that Women tend to forget that they must be obedient to men and forget their manners. And that's bad. Because women will think they have all the power in the world. And that's dangerous"

"Why?" I ask, mockingly. "Because if women have all the power who will cook for the men? Clean for them? So it's our job as men to tame all these women who think they have it all. By beating them into obediency." His voice sounded like a mother telling her son a story but it was a cruel retching tale. "So what are you gonna do? Spank me?" I taunt. "Because I think-"

Boom.

A hard slap went across my face, shutting me up. Another one and I was out. Normally, I would have something to say after that. I would've said "Damn that hurt like a mother!" but it just knocked the wind out of me. I was emotionless and quiet. "Ah! Doesn't this just feel good? Me putting you in your place? You just listen and not say a word? Wait! You're not talking! I'm a miracle worker. Now to just make sure you stay that way..." He raised his hand up about to give me another hit until one of his goons took his hand back. "Dude! What are you doing??" He asked frantically. "Teaching this girl a lesson" He replied. "That's not just any girl! That's a Curtis if I ever saw one!" "So...?" "She's Darry's younger sister! She's practically his gang's pet! And if one Greaser finds you here we're all toast!" 

"You're not actually scared are you, sissy?" "Have you SEEN Darry? He's jacked! He'll kick all of our asses if we don't skedaddle" "Fine! Go start the car" He said throwing the keys to the boy who was frantic. "What are you gonna do?". I saw him smirk down at me and gripped my bathing suit's strap. "I'm gonna have a little looksie" He mumbled, as he quickly took my arm out of the strap. 

"HEY!"

He turned. "What are you doing to my sister?". Instantly he stood up, picking me up, straight. "Nothing" He said, before pushing me back on the ground as he ran off. I don't know what I hit my head on, probably a rock but it did know me out for a while.