𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|FIFTEEN|💥

IF YOU EVER sneak into someone's car, the best hiding spot is by far the trunk. But it comes with a lot of unnecessary, painful kinks. Like how I'm sweating out of my freaking skin right now or how my body is probably littered with bruises from how wild Dally drives.

I already stripped my backpack, socks, and shoes off. If I stripped anymore I would leave my top or bottom half almost completely bare and the last thing I needed is for Dally to open the trunk and find me half-naked. He'd enjoy that too much.

I don't know how long I've been in here or how much longer it'll be before we get to my brother and Johnny. I was never claustrophobic, but the longer I sat crammed in this small dark trunk the closer the walls seemed to get. Like they were slowly closing in on me until I'm suffocating and begging for air.

I can't sit in this trunk much longer. It's too dark. To small. I have the option to bang on the trunk and hope Dally would hear me. I think we were far enough that he wouldn't waste the gas to drive me back home. But he could leave me on the side of the road.

Do I think Dally would do that? I don't know. Yeah, he's an asshole but leaving his friends' sister abandoned on the side of the road would probably catch him trouble. Darry would get pissed and as cocky as Dally was, I knew he wouldn't be stupid enough to think he would win a fight with Darry.

So, I made my decision.

"Help!" I scream as loud as my lungs allow, hitting and kicking at the trunk door. I continue screaming, hitting, and kicking until my legs and arms ache. Even then I didn't stop, but I was tempted to give up.

The stuffy air of the trunk was hard to inhale and it felt like someone had a cloth over my face, trying to stop me from breathing.

I didn't give up, banging on the trunk door hard enough that I wouldn't be surprised it if was dented. My breaths came out rapid and gaspy and with one final hit my body slumped against the trunk's plastic floor. I could feel the air leaving my lungs quickly and not entering fast enough making me feel lightheaded.

Sweat dripped down my body. I refuse to die like this. I shift so I lay on my side, my back to the trunk opening. I pull my legs to my chest. I take in as much air as my weak lungs can hold, I really have to stop smoking, and kick as hard as I can "Dallas!" I screech, kicking again and again.

A smile of victory paints my face as the car comes to a screeching halt. "Dally!" I yell, my voice weaker than before. I swear I'm never smoking ever again. I won't even look at a cigarette.

The car shakes as I hear a car door slam and seconds later I hear the jangle of keys and a metallic click. I could've cried in relief when the trunk popped open. "What the hell?!" I hear Dally exclaim. I could only hear him as I kept my eyes tightly closed, the sun too hot.

I feel my arms wrap around me and I'm yanked out of the trunk. I wrap my arms and legs around the person's body. I knew it was Dally and in a normal circumstance, I would've jumped away from him. But right now I was so hot and dizzy that I knew if I let go of him I'd probably collapse on the ground.

The fresh, breezy air filled my lungs as quickly as liquid and I sucked in as much of it as I could. I'm a starving man getting his first meal in weeks.

"Water." I croak, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my bare arm. However, it was useless as I could still feel beads of sweat rolling down the sides of my head.

"Jesus, woman." Dally mumbles. He jogs, holding me gently as he sits me down in what I assume is the passenger seat. "What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You could've died." Dally scolds as he digs through the bags of stuff he got from the DX.