《He Finally Cares》Rylee and Dal's Fight
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After the house disappeared in the distance I sat down panting. Not as bad as I have been though. I've been runnin' a lot more in this town than Alabama. Maybe the more I run, the easier it gets.
I know Dally is running after me, but I won't run from him. I just stuff the pictures in a crack under an old abandoned building in some ally. I stand up just in time to see Dally a couple yards away.
"Why'd they have to be hidden? Why does Sunny look at you like your the devil here to take his soul? And where did you get the money to buy a 250 dollar leather jacket?" He stepped closed. Okay if my friends were right about me having different sides, my scared-of-my-own-reflection one just took over. He looks mad and scarier than I had ever been. Then I remembered that I have to be mean and tuff like the old Rylee.
"Why do you care?! It's none of your dang business!"
Whoa. It feels so good to yell at someone again. It feels good to be tuff again.
He got even more mad. "Excuse me? What did you say to me? You better watch your mouth!"
I snorted. "I said what I said! I didn't mumble and I don't feel like watching my mouth!"
Huh, that seems to be my catch phrase. 'I didn't mumble'. I used that back in New York a lot too. I kept going.
"I can talk however I want to whoever I want! If you just deal with it I might tell you the answers to your stupid questions!"
His face reddened but he merely nodded. I sighed and looked to the side where a window clearly reflected a tuff cold looking girl. This time she had a cold hard look in her eyes. I am going to be sure that it stays that way.
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I looked back at him and started my story. "I lived with my mom, dad, and brother in New York for 14 years and nine months. In New York I stole, vandalized, and got arrested who knows how many times! My brother was murdered by some gang who jumped him, my dad was killed by some dude he owed money to, and my mom got all depressed and apparently murderous! We moved to Alabama for about four months and now I'm in another state trying to not go all soft. I'm also trying not to get attached to anyone because I'll just be broken in the end."
I had started out furiously yelling and ended quietly whimpering. Dally just kept staring at me with his mouth hanging open. "Uh... well I have no clue how to comfort someone. So... I am sorry about your messed up life I guess?"
I got mad again. "I don't need your pity! I just need to get away from... I don't know everything! I can't love someone or something because I will just end up hurt! Or they will just end up hurt."
I took a deep shaky breath. "Yes your weird friends are right. I am Ruff Ry. I have stolen gone to jail but I don't want to be like that anymore! I want to be tuff... kinda like you. But I just don't want to be Ruff Ry!"
I was breathing heavily, and slid down the wall of the building curled into a ball.
He snorted. "Good show you put on! Sure you could be sorta tuff if you wanted to be, be there is no way you could ever be Murderous Ruff Ry!"
He was laughing at my life! I got so mad that I picked up a piece of glass and threw it at him. He froze. It had stuck into the wall a centimeter away from his head. I grinned wickedly at him. He got mad and storms right over to me. "Are you looking for a fight?! Do you want to die?!"
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I smirked. "Sure. Then you can be Dangerously Murderous Dally.
That did it. He went to punch me as I ducked out of the way. I stood behind him as his fist slammed into the wall. I heard a crack as I realized that I was now responsible for his broken hand. He screamed then charged at me, throwing me into the wall. My head cracked against the wall and the wind got knocked out of me.
Suddenly the wind started to pick up and swept the pictures into the air. I tried to jump up and grab them but Dally shoved me into the wall again mid-air and grabbed the pictures himself. The back of my head was now gushing out blood. I tried to charge at him and take the pictures back. He simply moved to the side and I smashed my head into the wall. My head was oozing blood and my vision blurred.
Dally just kept staring at the pictures and me. He finally realized that I was only half alive and ran over to me cussing. He picked me up then carefully put me back down. He looked around nervously then took his shirt off and tied it around my head. Oh, he was trying to keep pressure on it. He picked me back up and ran full speed to the hospital.
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