L I Z
As soon as Darry found a parking spot, we both hopped out the car and headed to the front door. Greeted with the cool air-conditioning, I was the first to reach the receptionist.
"Hello, we're here to visit Dallas Winston?" I asked politely.
The receptionist looked up at me with a bored expression, only to have it replaced with shock. I'm guessing she's a fan...
"Y-yeah, just follow the signs. Hey, Miss, can I have an autograph? My little sister and I love your music." She complimented, popping her gum.
"Of course!" I exclaimed, taking a sheet of paper and a pen from her to write my signature, "Tell your sister that I love her and to do well in class!" I yelled as I was being rudely pulled away by Darry.
After walking around for a few minutes, we finally made it to the visitation tables. I'm surprised they would even allow tables where all these criminals were staying. I guess they're bolted to the floor or something.
Darry spoke to one of the security guards while I mindlessly sat at one of the tables, my butt hurting from the hardness of the seat.
"He should be out soon. You look tired." Darry commented, sitting beside me.
"I am. Hey, why do you think he wanted me here?"
Darry scoffed, "Besides wanting to see his girlfriend before going back in there, I can't really think of anything. I mean, unless it has to do with somebody you know, I don't think you should be too worried."
I sat there quietly and impatiently, my leg bouncing up and down as my only sign of nervousness whereas my face remained cool, plain.
Sure enough after a few long-seeming minutes, Dallas was there in an orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed together. He was shoved into his seat like he was some animal, and the security guard stood beside him before I shot him a look and he backed off.
"So, what's up?" Darry sighed, arms folded on the table.
"Are you okay?" Dallas ignored my brother and directed his attention towards me, "You look tired."
"Yeah, that isn't important; Darry was talking to you." My voice came out more harsh than I intended for it to be, so I wasn't surprised when Dallas' face grew grim and his jaw clenched.
"Nothing much, man. I got into a fight, you'll never guess who it was." His tone was cold like metal, but his voice was a breath of fresh air.
"Who was it?"
Dallas' head slowly turned to me, his eyes looking into mine as if I was a stranger, "Marcus."
I felt my blood run cold at the name. He was the last person I wanted to see, or even hear about. I felt Darry shift uncomfortably beside me, his body growing tense. Even though Darry wouldn't like to admit it, he really hated Marcus. Especially after the incident. I think the entire gang hated his guts, and as unfortunate as it is to say, Marcus just didn't belong here. It simply isn't his territory. I caught my voice before it could leave, "What? Wh- how? What?"
"I was talking to your little friend, Ivan, is his name? And uh, he pissed me off for a couple of reasons so I was about to fight him because there was nobody around, when Marcus comes up and I don't know, I just lost control."
"Hold on, you were about to fight one of my best friends, Dallas? Why?" My eyebrows furrowed as I asked for answers.
"He's a cocky little shit, Liz. He called me uptight and he said some things I just don't agree with and I felt like I had to put him in his place." He kept his voice down but I could tell that he was getting angrier by the second.
