14 year old, Emma Winston, lives with her abusive father in New York, when one night things go a little to far and she decides to go find her brother, Dallas Winston. Is she the same as her brother? What happens when she meets the gang and falls for...
Emma's POV Once I was out of that old apartment, I started walking through a back alley and on my way to the train station that was about probably a hour walk from where I was.
I finally made it to the train station, I bought my ticket and waited for the next train to Oklahoma. The man I got my ticket from said the train would be arriving in half an hour, so I had nothing else to do but wait.
Half an hour passed, finally my train arriving. I hopped on the train with my back pack and handed the conductor my ticket. The train ride would be 24 hours.
I slept half the time, and the other half I kept reading Dal's letter or looking out the window.
I hear the train horn go off, finally meaning I'm in Oklahoma. I step off the train and onto pavement to see a lot less people then in New York, that's for sure. I take out the postcard again and read the address, All it says is Tulsa, Oklahoma. I decide to walk around town for a little bit to maybe find a gang or a crowd of people Dal might be hanging around with and maybe I could ask em where he lives.
I take out an old picture of Dal I've carried around for years, I wondered if he still looked the same?
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I walk past a place called 'the dingo' I'm guessing it's a diner. I see two boys with leather jackets and greased hair standing out side the dingo. I'm guessing their greasers, I've heard of greasers before, apparently their no good hoods but honestly I seem like I'd fit in as one, And I certainly wouldn't be surprised if Dallas was one. I walk over to both of them and politely ask "excuse me, do you know where I could find Dallas Winston?" They both look at me with wide eyes. I'm guessing he's well known around here, that's Dallas.
"Umm.. yeah.. ughh.." one of them stutters, probably wondering what the hell i'm doing asking where Dallas Winston is.
"You can find him at a bar called bucks, it's 86th Street North" the one finishes.
"Okay thank you" I say politely walking away. I keep saying the address in my head to remember it. I make it to the address on foot, it was probably about 9-10 pm by now. I walk up to the White House, so called bar, and knock on the door. I can hear faint music like there's a party going on in there. Somebody maybe in there mid twenties answers the door, he has blond hair and is wearing a cowboy flannel kinda shirt. "Yeah?" He asks.
"Hey, I'm looking for Dallas Winston, d-does he live here?" I ask a little bit shaky, he seemed a little bit drunk which reminded me of my old man.
"Hold on a sec" was all he said before shutting the door.
A minute later the door opens again and this time I see a teenage boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and is wearing no shirt. Oh my god he looks so different. "Dal?" I ask quietly but loud enough for him to hear it. He stares at me with a confused look then his eyes grow into a shock look.
"Emma?" He asks.
"Yea it's me" I say with a slight smile. He immediately wraps his arms around me and gives me a big hug not caring if anybody is watching. "I missed you so much Dal" I say into the crock of his neck. "Me to" he says back. I held onto him tightly, all I wanted for the last three years was this hug.
Dal's POV I was up in my room trying to get some sleep after I got in a fight with Sylvia tonight, when I heard a knock on my door "Knock,knock,knock" the door banged.
I opened it to revel Buck. "What the hell man, I'm trying to get some sleep" I say, pissed.
"There's someone down stairs looking for you" he says. I look at him with a confused look and jog down the stairs to see who it was. I go to the door and open it to see a girl maybe Ponyboy's age with brown hair, and hazel eyes, she also had some bruises and cuts on her face. "Dal?" She says quietly. I look at her wondering who the hell this girl is, then it hits me... it's Emma.
"Emma?" I ask.
"Yea it's me Dal" she says. I pulled her into a hug forgetting I'm Dallas Winston who is not a softie.
"I missed you so much Dal" she says while hugging me tightly. "Me to" I reply.
Back to Emma's POV After a good minute of hugging, Dal pulls back "we should go up stairs where we can talk" he says. I nod. We start to walk through the down stairs where theirs a party going on. Dal held my arm the whole way up stairs. He brought me to a room up stairs
"Go ahead and sit down" he says pointing to the bed. I sit down and set my bag at my feet. Dal goes through his dresser and finds a shirt to put on.
"So how'd you even get here?" He asks, putting on his shirt.
"Train and the post card you sent me" I answer.
"You still have that postcard I sent to you three years ago?" He asks looking at me with surprise. "Yep" I say.
"If you don't mind me asking, who did that to your face?" Dal asks sitting beside me. I stay quiet for a little bit, Dal puts his hand under my chin and turns my face towards him. "Our old man" I mumble.
"He hit you!?" He asks, now with anger.
"Ya" I say under a whisper. "Things got worse after you left, dad started b-beating me"I say with a tear falling down my cheek. Dal pulls me into another hug.
"It's okay, your safe with me now. But if I ever see him again I'll probably kill him"he says. I just cry into his shirt and Dal rubs circles on my back. I was the only person Dal would ever be soft with. I stopped crying after a minute
"you should get some sleep now" Dal says.
"Ya, can I go change first?" I ask, looking around for a bathroom.
"Yea there's a bathroom right there" he says pointing to it across the room. I pick up my bag and head into the bathroom. I change into a pair of sweat pants that I'm pretty sure we're dallas's once, and a old plan black t-shirt. I look into the mirror and see I have a couple bruises on my face and a few cuts, nothing unusual.
I walk back out to see Dal smoking a cancer stick "you want one?" He asks holding up the pack. "Nah, I only smoke if I'm nervous or anxious" I say.
He chuckles "you still have those huh?" He asks pointing to my pants. "Oh, ya" I give a little chuckle.
"Alright, I guess your gonna be staying here with me" he says patting the bed for me to come lay down. I lay down next to him and just stare up at the celling.
"I know it's not much but it's all I can afford right now" he says with a little bit of guilt in his eyes. " I don't care where I live as long as I'm with you and not our father, Dallas" I say looking at him.
He gives me a smile "goodnight Emma" he says. "night Dal... love you" I say the last part quietly. It was quiet for a moment. "Love ya to" he mumbles. And with that, we both drifted off to sleep.
