𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|TWENTY-EIGHT|💥

DALLY DRIVES LIKE a madman. Speeding down the road, he takes a sharp turn, the wheels squeal in protest. My body clings to the side of the car in the back seat. I mutter a curse as my head hits the window. "All right back there, Angie?" Dally questions as I rub my already battered and bruised head.

"Be a hell of a lot better if you drove like you had some sense." I snap back with a grimace. Usually, I would enjoy Dally's reckless driving, but with my head already throbbing and my body sore from the aftermath of the rumble, the last thing I wanted was to be tossed around the backseat of Dally's car like a bag of potatoes.

"Sorry, gotta hurry. We've got lots to tell Johnny." He answers, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. I open my mouth to argue, but the sound of a wailing siren speaks before I can.

I flipped around, frowning as a police motorcycle trailed Dally's car. The cop had the lights flashing as he gained speed, and I heard Dally curse under his breath. "Pull over," I grumble, plopping back against the leather seat as I buckle myself in.

"I am," Dally answers as he starts to slow the car, coming to a steady, slow halt.

"Act sick, pretend like I'm taking you to the hospital," Dally tells Ponyboy who has been silent the whole ride. My brother leaned his head back against the passenger seat he sat in, a pained groan coming from him, though I doubted he was faking it.

I do the same, slumping against the side and letting my eyes flutter lightly so I appear unconscious. Through my lashes, I watch the cop approach Dally's window. I felt uneasiness twist in my gut, but I knew there was nothing to worry about. Dally would get us out of this.

"You've gotta have a good reason for driving like that. Where's the fire?" The cop questions, shining a bright light into the car. I hold back a flinch as the light shines on me.

"Uh, my friend and his sister fell off their motorcycle, I'm taking them to the hospital." Dally lies smoothly; Ponyboy lets out a pained groan to make Dally's lie sound more believable.

The cop is silent, and I'm almost afraid he won't buy it until he asks "How bad are they?"

Dally is quick to reply, "I don't know, man. Do I look like a doctor to you? I mean they look pretty bad to me. She's unconscious back there for cryin' out loud." Dally sounded scared and I had to admit, he made a good actor.

The cop is quick to respond "I'll escort you." He says.

And I know he's gone when I hear Dally chuckle "Sucker." He drawls out.

The blaring police sirens fire up again, and seconds later, the cop is in front of us, leading us to the hospital. The car is silent and I watch as Dally throws a glance at my brother before he speaks.

"I was crazy, you know that kid?" He questions, talking to Ponyboy. "I was crazy about wanting Johnny to stay outta trouble, man. If he were smart like me, we wouldn't be in this mess. If he were smart like me, he wouldn't have gotten jumped again, man. You better wise up, Pony, man. You just wise up man." His next sentence is sharp and slightly aggressive: "Get tough like me, and you don't get hurt. Watch out for yourself. And nothing can touch you, man."

My hand slips onto Dally's shoulder and I feel him tense beneath my touch as I sit up, pressing a soft kiss to his bruised cheek. "He knows, Dally. He knows." I murmur, caressing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

An uncomfortable grimace forms on Dally's face, and he looks like he is in pain, but not from the bruises and gashes on his skin. He blinks vicariously, shaking his head lightly, he takes his eyes off the road for barely a second to glance at me, his eyes softening the way they always did when he looked at me. His eyes never softened like that for anyone else.