Us greasers

Chapter 30

HANNAH'S POV

I woke up some time in the middle of the night, I assume because Soda doesn't have a clock in his room. But I wondered if Dally showed up last night, I knew he was going to be angry with Soda, probably even me, knowing him he was angry enough to stop by.

I lid wide awake for the rest of the morning until I heard someone get up.  I threw on a pair of jogging pants and one of Soda's t-shirts and a pair of warm socks. I walked out and Soda and Pony were getting breakfast ready.

"Good morning" I smiled and walked straight to the couch.

"Hey Han" Pony said popping his head out of the kitchen.

Soda, walked out of the kitchen and sat down beside me.

"Hannah?" He asks me, and I look at him. "I talked to dally last night."

I could feel my heart beat a little fast. "What did you two say to each other?"

"He thinks you're scared of him." He sighs.

I let out a shaky breath. "I'm not scared of him. I'm just scared of what he did."

"Makes sense. I reckon he's probably going to come over later to talk to you about it." He informs me and I nod. "I'm sorry that you had to find out from me."

"Don't be. I would've found out sooner or later." I give him a hug, and go to take a quick shower. Abandoning my clothes, I turn on the hot water, and just let it run down my back for a few moments before I start to wash. I get out, and brush my teeth and hair, then I go into mine and Soda's room to get dressed.

I just throw on some jeans, and a black shirt. 

As I'm just about to leave the room, I bump into Dally.

"Hey." He says, sounding tired.

"Hi." I crack a small smile.

"Soda let me in. Can we talk?" He asks, and I pull him into the room, closing the door behind us. We both sit on the bed, grabbing a pillow, I hug it close to my chest.

He clears his throat. "So I suppose you have some questions."

"I do." I admit.

"Ask away then." he tells me getting comfortable.

"Who was it?" I ask, referring to the guy he murdered.

"He wasn't a good guy Han." he sighs.

"That's not a good enough excuse to kill him, Dal."

"Are you scared of me?" He looks at me with sad eyes, making me feel guilty for reacting the way I did the night before.

"No." I admit, and relief rushes through him.

"I did it because he killed my mother" He looked down and I could tell he wanted to cry. 

I didn't know what to feel, Dal never spoke about his mother and he has a perfectly good reason not to.

"How did he do it?" I finally asked.

"He was driving home from the club drunk, hit her right on the side of the road. Never even stopped, just kept going"

"How did you know it was him?"

"Fuzz found out a while after, told me and dad about it, I went out to find him, I was so mad I had to kill him" He paused for a second, then continued.
"I regretted it, but it's done now, I did my time, I lost my mom and she's the only one who cared about me"

"What about your father" I asked. I felt so bad for him, he's never opened up like this before.

"We weren't that close, he and mom fought a lot, that's what caused her to leave that night, I could have saved her but I was just to dumb, when I got out of the cooler he was gone, he had his chance to leave and he took it as fast as he could. Never seen him since and I'm glad"