Run Away

Dallas and me

My mother always told me: "If you are a greaser, you have to take every good opportunity that is at hand." Well, I did it...and my chance was call Dallas.
Instead, according to many people, to escape in Texas, with four suitcases full of clothes and stolen stuff after simulating their incident it's just for cowards ... but we never cared what people thought of us. We care only that no one dare to command us. And this is one of the few things we toghether, me and him ...
I was home alone - then the house is a great word because it was a room in a kind of hotel / cafeteria - reading a book in the hope that Dallas would return as soon as possible; but the waiting was something really heartbreaking. I closed the book suddenly and threw it against the wall, not only for the impatience that I felt at that moment, but also anger, because of the way I had treated Dallas before I go away from the hospital.

"You don't need to come with me, you risk only that you get used as ransom against us" he said as he tried to turn the match when I visited him in the hospital "Don't think that I want to come with you to see you pull yourself of punches at each other. I have to accept me you're all right, considering that you have a nice cut right down here" I said as I tried to adjust his patch that kept scratching.
He wouldn't stop looking at me and touching my arm with his fingers as I tried to help him; but I would have preferred not to touch me, because if he moved the shoulder, the patch would came off constantly "Winston, if you keep moving swear that I ..." I said without looking in his eyes, "You swear what, Doll?"; I snorted and told him to leave it alone.
Suddenly, he took me by the hips, he stuck to if and put his chin on my shoulder, "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull out a pack of cigarettes from my bag, "You know I'm wearing only the underwear?" "You think of me improved day like this?" I said, removing his arm from my hips.
I got up from his bed, closed my bag and went to the door of the room "Oh, come on doll! You can't get angry at me because I want to protect you ..." "I'm not mad at you for that, but because you get angry with me if I try to protect you. And I don't believe that you don't need help, my dear! " I shouted against. I slammed the door, I left the hospital and walked to my car, or rather, the one stolen from Dallas; I put my sunglasses, I settled the scarf and as soon as I turned the key in the lock, front hood sat Ponyboy "Pony, what are you doing?" I asked terrified, "Can you give it to me a ride home?" "Yeah," I said by opening the door.
Ponyboy was a sweet guy, I have always been fond of him, but since his parents died, our friendship was strengthened; or at least, I thought it was only friendship for a few days before it is declared. In fact, after I turn on the car, I noticed that his face expressed more timid than usual, "Why you were alone?" I asked him to break the silence, "I wasn't alone, I was with Two-Bit, but then left me alone because he saw a school girl that he likes" "What a friend, huh?" I said, laughing. He nodded sadly.
I looked up to heaven and said, "Ponyboy, you may pull out of my bag cigarettes, please?". At the traffic light he handed me one, lit it and he did the same "Why don't you like me?" He asked, throwing out smoke "I like you Pony, I'm serious," "Then why don't you stay with me ?!" he asked seriously.
Once we arrived in front of his house, approached him and said, "Listen Pony, the two of us have known each other when we are small. It is normal that after a long time you've started to feel something for me, is the same thing happened with Soda! But , for your misfortune, I fell in love Dallas" "And what Dallas has that I haven't?" "Dallas is a lost person, Ponyboy".
He looked at me strangely, apparently because according to him it wasn't a valid reason "After returning from New York, is over almost immediately to prison for defending Two-Bit, and once it leaves you noticed as well that you did nothing but drink and get into trouble. Without someone to indicate where to go, he will continue to stumble to the simple fact that he is stubborn and self-centered. And then you know that I have a weakness in helping people" "Sure"  said nodding "Otherwise, I don't think would the nurse"
I laughed, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and he got out happily "Want to go get a Coke one of these days?" he asked, turning to me; I laughed and said yes. Before closing the door, I noticed that he had just made a gesture of victory.

This is what happened before I spoke that book launched by me ...
I picked up my bag, pulled out his cigarettes, I lie down on the bed, I turned on me and I began to think exclusively in Dallas. He hurt himself? He killed someone? Is he coming home?, I kept thinking. The heart continued to think of him, because the more I thought the more the heartbeat quickened.
Suddenly, the door of the room opened and I saw Dallas, shirtless, his face bloodied and bruised, his knuckles reddened and the wound on the side open, due to the absence of something that would cover; approached me with a slow and heavy, and once in front of the bed, jumped on top of me, he puts his chin in my right collarbone and began to cry. I had never seen him cry.
"Hey, Dallas, what happened?" I asked him, stroking his hair dirty with grease and sweat; moved a little back to the body in such a way of supporting the head on my breast, he wrapped my chest with his arm, rested his chin on my collarbone and said "Johnny's dead."
I was shocked: he had been the victim of an accident that made Ponyboy unharmed and gave Dallas the cut on the side; those damn doctors still say that after the intervention he could at least survive. Poor Johnny, I was very fond of him. Moreover, it was against the most Greasers.
Having said what had happened, Dallas shook stronger and so wept even more, "Dally, listen it's all right. It's not your fault, the fault of the doctors who have given false hope when I knew perfectly well that didn't make would have made anyway" "Then why aren't you a doctor?" "Because I'm a woman, that's why" I replied, laughing. Luckily for me, he laugh at this joke.
"I'm tired" he said, sitting in front of me, "Of what?" I asked, stroking his cheek "Of Socials, police ... Tulsa, in short." He was right: the only two reasons that held us still there were the Greasers and the one for the other; even though we were 19 and 16 years old, our parents no longer considered to be a piece. Dallas' parents were both alcoholics, and mine driven me out of home because,  I refused to marry a man when I was only 14 years, I wasn't worthy of their inheritance - you know that stuff, a shed and perhaps $ 50.
"And if you went away?"