Three days later and they hadn't kicked me out yet, everything was going perfectly. I would go to work and get back to the Curtis house and had a nice meal and go to sleep in a warm bed. Things couldn't be better. Until I got a phone call from New York about a week after I had left.
"Is this Dallas?" A male voice said.
"Yeah." I said as coolly as possible.
"This is Rosie's father." The male voice said faltering slightly
My blood ran cold for a moment or two but I decided to tough it out.
"What do ya want?" I said, pretending to be disinterested.
"Rosie's sick." He said, his voice quaking slightly.
My blood froze in my veins, as my cool demeanor fell away.
"Rosie? Is she okay? He interrupted my panicking with a solemn answer.
"The doctors are saying that she don't have long and she's asking for you."
I gasped at the thought of my Rosie dying. I couldn't let that happen.
"I've arranged for a plane to pick you up tomorrow."
"I'll be there." I say choking on my own words.
He hung up and I didn't know what to do. What would I do without her?
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FanfictionThis is a story about Dally before the gang when he was 16 and growing up on the streets.I hope to answer all questions about Dally's past along with some the gang later.
