I laid down that night to try to go to sleep before I headed out in the morning might as well have been mission impossible, Rosie was dying and there was nothing I could do but go and be with her. I needed a smoke, I felt like I was suffocating. I carefully tip toed to the front door and opened it with a seemingly deafening creak that sounded as if it echoed through the house. I cringed at the sound and waited for someone to stir, but no one ever did. I sighed with relief as I walked outside and light a cigarette.
"Needed a smoke, huh?" A voice on the porch asked after I nearly jumped off the porch.
"Darry, God you scared the hell out of me!" I exclaim.
"What's on your mind?" He asked, getting up off of the porch swing.
"None of your business." I snap defensively.
"Well, I just thought you needed to get something off your chest. You look tense." Darry stated calmly as he got up to go
"Wait." I say without thinking. His eyes snap to me.
"My girlfriend is...sick." I say looking down.
Darry doesn't say anything. He looks at me with an odd look.
"She's...she's dying. " I finish, my voice is barely a whisper by this point.
Darry suprised me by wrapping me in a tight hug. Even though it felt wierd...it felt oddly comforting.
Darry is not my brother. He had no reason in hell not to hate me or just be indifferent towards me but he treated me like a brother.
So I did the only thing I could do
I hugged back.
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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.
