Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

I remember home is wherever you are.

Dally's POV: May 2nd, Thursday
Darry's been out of school  two days now. Man, I wish I was in college. I'm so tired of school already.

I've told all my friends I'm pregnant and besides what happened they're all very excited. Wish I could say the same, but honestly right now. I really miss my mom. You would think that after a while of shitty treatment I would be happier than ever. But honestly I have more questions than ever. I don't feel lonely anymore. And I sure as hell feel loved.
But I still crave my mother. Even though she's never been the comforting type.

Me, Soda, and Pony all come in from school hot. The drive from here to school isn't long enough for the ac in my car to really to its thing. And clearly Soda's ac isn't any better.

I go to my bathroom and lift my shirt up to look at my belly.
Tomorrow makes four weeks.

There's no bump there I know that, but something's in there and that's crazy.

I put my shirt down and head downstairs to get a snack. Soda, Pony, and Darry are already sprawled out on the couch.

I eat in the kitchen. Ketchup and crackers. Hits everytime.

When I'm done I lay on one of the sides of couch.
I don't mean to sleep, but I do.

I wake up when Mrs. Curtis lightly rubs my arm awake, "it's seven o'clock Dally, you were sleeping good so I didn't wanna wake you, but Dinners in the microwave for you."

I thank her, they ate an hour ago. Mr. Curtis was now on the couch watching the news in the darkness. She settled in beside him.

I got up to go eat, but as soon as I passed the front door it rung.

"I got it." I told them, and I stopped to open it.

"Hey, Dallas. It's been a month, please wi-"

I hugged her and shut her up. Do you ever know how when someone has changed internally to a point where you feel it? That's what must've happened to my mom when I left.

I cried in her arms and she held me. She cried too.

"He's gone, Dallas. I sued him for everything he had, I divorced him, his in Prison, I told them what he did, I told everyone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I did. I just want you to come home." She cried.

My eyes overflowed, and I sat there and I just breathed.

"I'm gonna come home, Ma. I'm sorry too."

I went back inside. Mr and Mrs. Curtis helped me pack all my stuff back up and load it into my car.

My mom basically fell to her knees in happiness. She cried harder thanking them than she did holding me.

I drove home behind her.

I unpacked my stuff into my room. It wasn't how I left it. It was clean. Too clean, like she had came and remade my bed everyday I was gone.

I sat down on it.

She came in slowly and at beside me. My reached up and held my face.

"I love you, Dallas. You know that right?" Her eyes looked sad. And the fire in them had been put out.