Reunited | Dally's Little Sister

five

Sage P.O.V.

I saw something snap in Dally's eyes and next thing I knew, he slapped me across the face. We both stared at each other in disbelief and I made a decision that I would most likely regret later.

 I lunged at him and tackled him to the ground, swinging as hard as I could at him. I managed to connect with his face once, but it was short lived. He flipped us around where he was on top, pining me to the ground. He didn't seem like he was fighting back, more of blocking my swings. 

"Stop before you hurt yourself!" I shook my head and said, "No one hits me and gets away with it. Especially someone who seems to follow in the footsteps of our deadbeat dad!" His grip tightened on my arms and I slid my leg up so I could knee him in the stomach.

 That seemed to throw him off balance and his grip loosened enough for me to slip out from under him and get back on my feet. I held up my hands to fight and he shook his head, "You don't want to do this, kid."

 "I sure as hell do. You deserve to get your ass kicked for how you left me in New York!" He let out an unamused laugh, "You think you have any chance in actually hurting me? Everyone here knows to stay away from me. You better learn that soon, stupid."

 I wish I could say I have more self-control than my brother, but I would be lying. His words sounding like he was talking down to a child, and that was it for me. At that moment, I knew my brother and I looked more alike than we had in years. Both of us in a fighting stance, nothing but anger radiating off of us, and our icy blue eyes saying more than words could ever express. 

I faintly heard Two-bit tell someone to go grab Soda and Steve because he saw it too. He knew we were about to be in an all-out brawl, and no one was going to break up 2 Winston's. 

Before Dally could make a move, I ran towards him with one goal in mind: hurt him as bad as he hurt you.

Pony P.O.V.

I ran as fast as I could to the DX because the look on both of their faces told us it was about to get ugly.

 I hadn't seen Sage in a while, but her whole demeanor has changed since she was here last. I knew Dally came back tougher than any greaser in Tulsa, and I can assume New York had been the cause of it. Sage must have been in the same environment because she looked as scary as Dally did. 

When I made it to the DX, Soda and Steve were standing outside talking to Tim and his brother Curly. Soda knew something was wrong the second he saw me. "What happened?" 

I was out of breath from running the half mile here and struggled to say, "Dally and Sage. Fighting. Kill each other."

 They seemed to understand and the group of them ran back with me. I knew it was going to be bad, but I wasn't prepared to see what I did.

Sage P.O.V

I know I should be tired, but all I could feel was anger. Dally and I had been going at each other with no mercy for a while now and there was no end in sight.

 I went to throw another punch when arms grabbed me from behind. I struggled to break free, but someone stepped in front of me and started pushing me backwards. I kept fighting them for a few moments until Soda's voice was in my ear, "Calm down. He isn't worth it." I let up a bit and saw Steve was the one in front of me. 

I calmed down enough to take in the scene around me. Soda and Steve were holding me back. Tim, Curly, and Two-bit were dealing with Dally. And Pony and Johnny were standing off to the side, trying to stay away from it all.

 They didn't give me a chance to do anything but follow them to the DX. For most of the way there, Steve had a grip on one arm and Soda was the same on the other. No one said anything until we got back to the gas station and they led me to one of the work benches in the garage. 

Soda told me to sit on it while Steve went to grab the first aid kit. I was almost afraid to know what I looked like, but if it was any indication on how I felt, I knew it wasn't pretty. Steve came back with the kit and a towel and started wiping the blood off my face. 

The only thing I could do was look down while they tried to help me. The silence dragged on until I finally said, "I'm sorry." They both stopped and looked at me. Soda asked why I was apologizing.

 "I egged him on. I knew I shouldn't have, but I did." He put a hand under my chin to make me look at him. "There is nothing to apologize for. Sometimes we have to let the anger out in order to move forward." 

Steve chuckled, "Now do we all fight like we are trying to kill someone? No. But I guess whatever works for you." I don't know if it actually worked though. I was still royally pissed at my brother and I don't see him being too thrilled with me either. 

Soda smiled and shook his head, "I don't know what else we expected from a Winston. You fight just as good as Dally does. Must run in the family." I let out a deep breath and tried not to shake my head. 

I loved my brother, but I wasn't him. I was smarter about the things I did. My moves were calculated and not rash like his were. I don't know what feels worse, my entire body from fighting or that fighting was excused because of who I share my last name with.

-

A few weeks had gone by since the rumble between my brother and me. We haven't talked or even seen each other since then which is probably for the best. 

I was settling into the Curtis house well, helping out with chores, cooking, and I even slipped Darry the occasional money I had left over from my races. Races became a big thing for me, Soda, and Steve. Darry wasn't thrilled at all, but when we chipped in to help with the bills, he couldn't say too much. Soda and I would try to get in as many races as we could while Steve did everything in his power to make sure our cars could outrun anyone else's.

 As a group, we had been doing well. No wrecks, multiple races won, and it was starting to feel like old times again.

 Everything was going great until I met up with Angela Sheppard. You know how they say old habits die hard? Well that couldn't be any truer when it came to the two of us. You see, we both had a common interest: how to piss off our brother the most. 

Tim was as tough as they came with running his own gang and doing some questionable business trades. But he looked out for Angela and tried to keep her on the straight and narrow. I guess he gave up with Curly a while back because that kid is a mini Tim for sure. 

Angela was a lot like me in the fact that she couldn't stand to be babied by her older brother. I still haven't talked to Dal, but I know Tim gives him updates when I'm with Angela. 

With all of that being said, this led us to one of our worst decisions we had ever made. Or at least we thought.