The Outsiders: And the girl from the future

Buck's

DALLY'S P.O.V.

Even though Pony had a right to be mad at me, it still made me mad that he would accuse me of doing something to Amber. They all think I'm this heartless, reckless, person who makes bad decisions, but I try to be good. I have people who I care about. Sometimes I can be impulsive, and make a bad choice, like calling Amber those names to maintain my big ego. Well, I don't know, maybe I am a bad person. All I know for sure is that I was in my car driving to Buck's to get a drink. Maybe a drink will cool me off.

I pulled into the make-shift parking lot and got out of my car. Passing cars illuminated the box-like building. The windows spilled out red light from the inside, and the smell of smoke and liquor was overwhelming. I walked in the front door and sat at the bar. I ordered a drink, but the service here was never really that fast. The bartender was only fast at getting your drink if you're a pretty girl.

A guy came up and sat next to me. He was wearing a leather jacket and had loads of grease in his hair. "How ya doin" He said with a scratchy voice. He looked pretty tuff as he ordered his drink, and I needed to get my mind off everything, so I engaged. 

"Barely alive," I said, and it was true. He chuckled and took a sip of the beer he had brought in with him. The bartender came over and gave the other guy his drink which made me mad. 

"Hey, boso! I ordered way before him, Where's my drink?" I yelled at the bartender. The bartender just shrugged and kept hitting on all the girls who just wanted something to drink.

The guy glanced over at me and slid his drink over to me. "You look like you need it more than me." He said I looked down at the drink that still had his hand wrapped around it. two of his fingers were wrapped in bloody bandages. The blood was seeping out of the bandages making them wet and red.

"Nahh man, you definitely need this drink more than me." I told him scooting it back to him. "What the hell happened to your hand?" I asked in disgust. 

The man chuckled at brought his hand up to his face, leaning his elbow on the counter. "Ya really want to know?" He said turning to look at me with a dirty smile.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well," He started. "My friend Candy's sister, Kimberly, is like in love with this guy, ya dig?" I nodded and motioned for him to continue. "So this little broad goes and tries to be his new girl. So that made Kimberly all mad like girls get. So then she kidnaps this broad like a crazy person and is keeping her in her basement!" He broke in laughter and I began feeling uneasy. This might not be Amber, its probably some other girl. I was in the cooler for so long a few years back, I don't remember no "Kimberly". 

"So how'd ya get that?" I asked pointing to his bandaged wrapped fingers. 

Then he continued the story. "So Candy lets me go down there to mess around with her, and the little bitch bites me!" He yelled banging his hand down on the table. 

Okay, this better not be Amber, because if it was I would have no control over what I would do to this guy. I would-I would kill him. But I needed to know. "What's this little broads name?" I asked trying to be casual.

"Ummm..." He thought for a moment. "I think it was somethin' like Amb-" Before he could finish saying her name, he was on the ground. I punched him square in the face knocking two teeth out instantly. I jumped on top of him and started punching right in his big nose until I felt it break. Then I took out my switch and held it up to his neck. I was about to slit his throat when I stopped. For some reason, I stopped. I looked up, keeping my blade on his neck. I saw everyone looking at me obviously waiting for a murder. I looked back down at his ugly face.