Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

Grateful for the Darkness

        I came in the house, trying to be as quiet as I could.  I stumbled over a shoe in the doorway, and as I pitched forward I stubbed my foot on a chair, crying out in pain and quickly stifling it.

        I hadn't wanted to turn the light on so as to not wake Dally, but I had made too much noise and he was already awake.  I could hear the squeaky board at the top of the stairs as Dally stepped on it, coming down the stairs.

        I was shaking so bad from the cold, and I tensed up, trying to make it stop, but that only made my muscles ache and then, not able to control it anymore, I relaxed and started shaking harder.  It was a chilly spring night and I had gotten jumped by some Socs, they knocked me out, and when I woke I was soaked from head to foot and all the way through to my bones.  It had been pouring out, and the raindrops had been falling harder and heavier on my painful walk home.

        My fingers shook so badly I could barely peel myself out of my drenched jean jacket, stuck to me like a second skin.

        I jumped when Dally's gruff voice came from the dark, "Where were you?"

        "I told you before, I was at the movies.  It started raining on the way home," I said calmly, showing no emotion and then quickly clamping my mouth shut so my teeth would quit chattering.

        I saw just a little bit of dim light from outside shining off of Dally's eyes as he glared at me, then said, "Fine," grumpily before going back to bed.

        I let out a sigh of relief when he was safely back up the stairs, out of earshot.  I had never been so afraid, and now glad, of the dark ever before in my life.