Greaser Girl

Dally

Dally

I stand in the little grocery store. I flip through the magazines awkwardly. The letters weight down my jacket pockets like they're made of cement.

Johnny is dead.

It's can't be true. He's just sleeping, yeah yeah that's it. He'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. Wait no! I'm dreaming. These past few weeks have all just been a dream. Everything with Ponyboy and Johnny and that soc, everything with Maia and my dad, everything with Maia and Two Bit.

Jesus Dally, you're losing it.

This is all reality. I thought the only place I'd get tangled up in a mess like this was New York. This is all too real.

I need out.

I want to disappear.

I grip the heater in my pocket that sits with the letters made of cement.

Maia

I sit on Two Bit's knee as I dab at his cuts on his face. His hand sits on my lower back, if I dab too hard the hand will ball into a fist but quickly returns to its original position. With his opposite hand he holds my left hand. My knuckles are still bloody from my little battle with those two socs.

"Okay, okay. I'm okay babe." Two says and I drop my hand.

Two picks up my hand and kisses my blood dried knuckles. With his other hand he traces the healing bruise under my eye. Then he draws me in closer to him and I put my head on his shoulder.

"I love you." I say quietly.

Two doesn't say it out loud a lot when the gang is around but I'm okay with that. His hand stretches across the back of my hips so I know he heard me. Two drinks his beer and when he puts in down on his lap a steal the bottle from him. I raise it to my lips and I hear Two Bit laugh.

"That's my girl." He mumbles when he kisses my cheek. "I love you." Two says in my ear and I smile.

I look around at the room, Ponyboy and my brother had run to the hospital to see Johnny. Everyone else sits around the Curtis living room. Everyone's broken and bloody and looks about ready to drop dead.....

I shouldn't have said that.

The next ten minutes happen in an instant but lasts a lifetime.

Pony runs in and tells us Johnny had died and Dally didn't take it too well and ran off. I know he has a heater that isn't loaded and Two Bit's knife, that's enough to get in a lot of trouble. Then the phone rings and it was Dally, he held up a grocery store and now the cops are on him.

We're running down the street, he said he wanted us to meet him at the lot. Pony and I have always been faster then everyone else so we lead the pack. We hear police sirens getting closer as we reach the lot. I see someone running into the lot from the street but police cars block him in. I hear half a dozen guns load, Dally is holding that stupid not loaded heater.

"It's not loaded!" I yell. And everyone else mimes me.

They start firing and I watch the only family I've ever known fall.

"Dallas!" I yell.

Dally

"Dallas!" I hear my baby sister yell.