The outsiders imagines

Jailbird

I got the idea to do this after having a random scenario with an older dally in jail listening to his baby mama get on his ass so yeah idk what this is and who you are supposed to be here but here it is

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1973

The first thing I saw when he entered the bleak room were his blue and olive bruises standing out against his pale skin through the glass. I wasn't too surprised since starting fights was in his nature. I pulled the stroller closer to my side and adjusted the blanket over the baby a little before straightening my posture and picking the phone up.

He picked up the phone, sighing and glaring at me. My blood turned cold and the tenseness in my stomach gurgled noisily in the silence of the small visitation room.

"Hey doll," a faint smile came across his face. "Didn't think you'd come."

"I shouldn't have," I say, keeping my expressions to a minimum while I push her strolled back and forth to shush her small whines. "What happened to your face?"

"A couple of punks jumped me," he mumbled so low I couldn't understand what he was saying. He shook his head when he noticed me squinting at him, waiting for more information. "Don't worry about it."

"You've really done it now." I crossed my legs tight and dug my nails into my knee. "You know you could get two years? Michelle will be 1 and a half by then." I took a deep breath and glanced up from the counter at him. "You ought to stop fucking around and act right so you can get out faster."

"Geez, I didn't know you'd be so pissed about me providing for y'all." He chuckled to himself.

"Don't chalk your addiction to speed up to providing for us," I said through gritted teeth into the grimy phone. My frustration only seemed to humor him more.

"Shut up," his tone lowered a little. "Look, Y/n, I need you to do me a solid."

"Uh-huh." I raised my eyebrow in dry amusement.

He cupped his bony hand around his mouth and the receiver while eyeing the guard behind him.

"I need you to get a package from Shepard."

The hairs on my body prickled up from how smooth it came out of his mouth. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Lower your voice," he hissed. "All you have to do is pick it up for me and pay him. He already knows who you are, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"No." I glared into his cold eyes. "I'm not doing your dirty work for you."

His eyes narrowed at me, but I didn't let up. The absence of speed in his system made him less formidable, especially confined behind a glass barrier with his feet restrained.

He backed down and his battered face softened at me. "Aw c'mon babydoll, let's not argue."

I exhaled harshly. "You're getting contact visits back soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, soon." His tongue darted over his dry lips. "Maybe sooner if I'm good."

I giggled sardonically through the pang that hit my heart once it set in that he was going to be in for the long haul. I thought a few months in jail was the worst thing in the world when I was a teenager with no worries other than wearing his St. Christopher around my neck.

"When I get out, we'll go somewhere special," he went on. "somewhere nice for the kid like Disneyland or whatever kids like."

"She won't even recognize you by then," I said softly as I traced my nail over the carved initials on the counter.

"Well, it's better than what my old man would've done." His arms dropped from being folded over his chest and into his lap as he leaned back, revealing his tattoos tracing his inner forearms. On the right, the Sacred Heart of Jesus with surrounding rays of sunshine, and on the left, a coiling snake. If God couldn't help him, how the hell would I? I couldn't wait around for him this time. I had to change before one of us got killed in the heat of his mistakes.

"Are we done here? I need to get her home." I was standing now, holding my warm palm to my forehead to calm the strain I was getting from the room's sterile white hue.

"What, you don't want to see me?" A sliver of a smirk raised on his face.

"No, I don't." I didn't give him the satisfaction of my anger. "I'm not playing prison wife with you anymore, Dal."

His face twitched; I could tell it hurt him, but he'd never show that to me. "I'll put money on your books if you need me to, but I can't keep doing this to myself."

"Yeah, well, Syl can take care of that." He spat back like a snake shooting venom at me. Sylvia was the only other woman who took him seriously outside of me, and she was the lucky one to not be tending to his child. I was past boiling now, so I shoved the metal chair under the counter, making a loud bang ring through the room.

Other people started putting their attention on us like we were a soap opera.

"Yeah, I bet she'll press her new implants on the glass for you this time, too." I cackled harshly into the phone.

A guttural laugh came from his throat. "Fuck you."

I winced at how roughly it came from his mouth.

"Forget my number." I flung it onto the counter and let out the breath I had been holding. A CO started to inch towards me, but I held my hand up, stopping him in his tracks, and straightened my sweater that hiked up my midriff. "I'm leaving."

As he kicked his chair forcefully and was led back to the prison, that smirk froze on his shitty face before he vanished. And I immortalized him in my mind, scorned by the world and losing the ongoing battle against himself.

Somehow, the baby remained hardly disturbed. I stroked her cheek with my finger before turning around and pushing her out the door into the glaring winter sun.

"Don't worry, we won't be seeing him anymore." I wasn't sure of what I said myself, but I wanted to make sure she heard me say it, even if she didn't understand it yet.

i'm tired of acting like dally wouldn't be somewhat of a deadbeat if he even stayed for his child's life if he had one LOL