Dally's Kid Sister

Chapter 26

Tobi's POV

I need to see Dally. He maybe an ass sometimes and a jerk brother but I still love him. Darry said he could drive me and Pony told me that he's coming with me. I told him no but he insisted.

We arrived at the hospital, I haven't said a word at all since we got in Darry's truck. I run into the hospital and to the front desk.

"Dallas Winston?" I ask panicked. The desk lady is alarmed by my outburst.

"Room 104"

I run at an inhuman speed to his door and slowly open the door. Dally is laying on a hospital bed but he isn't awake. I hear the door open behind me, a doctor enters the room with a clipboard.

"Are you related to Dallas Winston?" The doctor asks.

"Yeah. I'm his sister, Tobi. What's wrong with him? Will he be okay?"

"Dallas is in a coma currently, we aren't sure how long it will last." He says.

"Is he actually going to wake up like healthy?"

"He might not even wake up. We all just need to keep our fingers crossed." The doctor says and exits the room. Might not even wake up? B-but no. He needs to wake up!

"Tob-" Pony starts to say but I raise my hand, as if saying 'don't talk'.

"I need to be left alone with Dally." I respond, Pony nods and exits the room. I close the door and sit in a chair by Dally.

"Dally, please wake up. Listen, your all I have left. I can't go on in life without my big brother to protect me. I mean, I still got the gang but I need a brother's protection! Dally, pl-please wake up." Tears fall like a waterfall. I take Dally's hand in mine and close my eyes.

"Wake up! Please! I need you Dally! Pl- please don't give up on me. Da- dally, please please please wake up... please. I love you so much. I might not show that I love you but I do.. so much. Please be okay Dally!" I cry and cry until Pony says it's time to go.

All the way home I cried, Pony felt awful because there was nothing he could do but hug me and tell me that everything will be okay.

Once we got home, I went into the bathroom and pull out a piece of sharp metal. I promised myself that I wouldn't do this again. I dragged the metal across my wrist, a thin line of blood started to appear. Two more cuts, two more thin lines of blood.

Taylor's POV

Finally home. My hand grips the door knob... should I even stay home tonight or go to the lot? Whatever. I turn the knob and enter the house.

"Mom? You home?" I yell, no response.

She's probably fucking the guy a few houses down or the doctor... maybe even the waiter across the street.

Well, my moms a whore and never home but oh well. I don't need a whore as a mom, I've lasted 10 years living without a mom around so I really never needed her. She started sleeping around when I was 6.

I walk up stairs and crash on my bed, falling asleep instantly.

Grace's POV

"Whore!" My dad screamed at my mom.

"Pig!" My mom screamed back.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to get an apple for me and my little brother to split. It's like this every night.

"Grace! Get the hell over here!" My dad shouted, I walked into the living room.

Scared. My mom glares at me, before I can even react my dad slaps me. I fall to the floor, he kicks me in the stomach and starts yelling at me.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOUR A MISTAKE! GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE! TAKE YOUR WORTHLESS BROTHER WITH YOU!" My dad screams at me, I hold back the tears and enter my brothers room.

My brother, Dylan, looks at me with sad eyes. He's only 8 and he has to experience this shit. I wish I could take him away from all of this but that seems impossible.

"Come on bud, let's go to the lot." I say calmly, Dylan stands up and grabs my hand.

We sneak past our sorry excuse for parents and run to the lot. I see a forgive up head.

"Hey! Wait up!" I yell, the figure stops. I pick up Dylan and run faster until I'm right in front of the person.

"Grace? What're you doin' here?" The person asks me, I freeze.

"Johnny!?!" I ask in disbelief, why would he be out here?!?

"Yea baby, it's me. Why are you in the lot this late?" Johnny asks and kisses my forehead.

"Uhh, my dad kinda slapped me and kicked me and my little brother out. Why are you out here?"

"My parents beat me up sometimes and I just hang here. Babe, are you okay?" Johnny asks me, his voice is full of concern.

"Yeah I'm fine, just tired." I say, Dylan pulls at my shirt to get my attention. Johnny kneels down to Dylan's height.

"Hey buddy, I'm Johnny. what's your name?" I smile at how cute they looks right now. Dylan smiles and says his name is Dylan.

"Are you guys tired?" Johnny asks us, Dylan yawns.

"Looks like little man is tired, let's sleep." Dylan lays down on the dirty couch and I put my jacket over his small body. Johnny sits down and pulls me on his lap.

"We can make it together." Johnny whispers in my ear and kisses me. I fall asleep in his arms. We can make it together.

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