the broken | dallas winston

(9) to the rescue

Scarlett Curtis:

"One call," The officers says to me as he unlocks the lock to my cell. I roll my eyes at the attitude as I follow the asshole to wherever the phone is. I still can't believe I got booked especially when I'm drunk and can barely stand up right. Thankfully, I've sobered up since I was thrown into a jail cell but the headache I have is killer.

The cop leaves me to sit behind a desk. I stare at the phone for a moment. I know I can't call Darry, he would definitely kill me if he found out I was picked up for shoplifting alcohol. If Mikey was still alive I would have called him. My heart aches again at the thought of him. God, I wish he was here right now.

"Hurry it up!" The officer yells. I glare over at the cop who is sitting back with his feet propped up. Why the hell does he need me to hurry up? The asshole doesn't have anywhere to be. I flip him off before I turn back to the phone. I pick it up and dial the number, hoping that someone picks up.

"Hello?" I hear the deep voice say through the phone, along with the loud music and screaming from the people in the bar. I smile happily to myself.

"Buck!" I say into the phone cheerfully. "Hey, it's uh Scarlett Curtis."

"Hey, kid," Buck says. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if Dal was around," I say, this time quietly. I don't want the cop hearing my business.

"Yeah, hold up," He says and I sigh in relief. I don't know what I'd do if Dally wasn't around. I definitely didn't want to spend the night in jail.

"Scarlett Curtis," I hear his voice through the phone, making me smile. "The certified runaway, what can I do for ya?"

I laugh a little at his playfulness, "I kinda need some help, Dal."

"Jeez what the hell did ya do?" He asks. "Have you talked to your brothers? They're worried sick."

"I haven't really been able to," I admit honestly and I hear him sigh.

"Where ya at?" He asks. "I'll come pick you up."

I laugh nervously to myself, "Ha, you see uh I'm kinda in jail right now."

"Jail?" He asks, his voice raising and I instantly cringe knowing he's mad at me. "Why the hell didn't you call your brother? I think he would like to know that you got booked."

"I would like to live, asshole," I say rolling my eyes even though he's not here to see it.

"I'll be there soon," He says and before I can say anything else, he hangs up. I sigh in defeat as I hang the phone back up and turn to the cop who was watching with an amused smirk.

"Dallas Winston, huh?" He asks as he stands up and walks over toward the cell I'm confined to. "What's a pretty young lady like you hanging around that hood for?"

I scoff as I shake my head, "Two things, don't call me 'pretty young lady' and stay the hell out of my business!"

"Feisty," The cops says as he locks the cell. He winks before he walks away and I have to force myself not to throw up all over my cell. What the hell is up with all of these creepy old men sweet talking me today?

I lean against the wall and stare down at my converse. I have no idea when Dally will show up to collect my stupid ass from prison. He might even go get my brothers and I'll have the whole gang here to bail me out of jail.

I groan at the thought of my brothers finding out about what I did tonight, especially Darry. He'll probably try and send me to therapy or some crazy shit like that. They will never forgive me for getting locked up tonight.

I stare off into space and think about random things as I try to forget about the pounding headache I have. I hear the loud footsteps echoing through the hallway and I know it's the disgusting cop. I groan in disgust at the sound.

"Nice to see you too, sunshine," I hear the familiar voice of Dallas Winston say to me. My head perks up at his voice and I see him standing there with a smirk as the cop struggles to unlock my cell. I smile gratefully at him for basically coming to my rescuse.

"Your good to go," The cop says in an annoyed tone as I smile happily and walk straight out of the cell. Dallas and I walk ahead of the perverted cop.

"You know you're gonna have to pay for those liquor bottles, missy!" The cops says just before we walk out of the station. I sigh as I turn around.

"I'm fine," I say with a sarcastic smile. "Make sure you tell the perverted cashier I said screw you!"

The cop looks shocked and I can't help but laugh at the reaction. I think I even heard Dally let out a small laugh. I wave goodbye to the cop sarcastically before Dally and I walk out into the warm Tulsa night. It's even darker than it was when I got thrown into the back of a cop car. I let out a sigh of relief, happy to be out of the place.

"Thanks for bailing me out," I say as I slide into the passenger seat on Buck's T-bird.

"Yeah," He says with a small nod as he starts the car. "Why did you call me anyway."

I sigh as I take out my last cigarette and light it. I take a drag before I let it hang loosely from my mouth.

"Because you are the only person who isn't up my ass thinking I'm broken or something," I mumble to him before I exhale the smoke. It is the truth, Dal is the only person not trying to force me to get better.

"You saying I don't care about you?" He asks which catches me off guard. I was not expecting him to ask such a question.

"I never said that," I say looking over at him as he pulls out of the parking lot. "You were the only person I trusted calling."

He nods his head, his eyes never leaving the road in front of him. I turn my head away and look out at the night, taking another drag from my cigarette. I notice him driving the complete opposite direction of my house. He's actually going toward Buck's place. I smile a little to myself and I feel excited, which is odd for me.

"Hey, Dal," I say and he nods his head at me again. "Can you do me a favor?"

He looks at me with an arched brow, "Depends."

"Can you get me a pack of smokes?" I ask as I hold up the empty carton with an innocent smile before throwing it out the window.

He turns his head back toward the road but I swear I saw a small smile tugging at his lips, "Yeah, Scar. I'll get you a pack of smokes."