I ran as fast as I could. Ignoring the dizziness and protests from my lungs. Oh crab I forgot. The hospital is on the west side of town, where apparently all of the socs live.

I don't know this part of town, I have people hunting me on this side of town, and I just saw a blue mustang start trailing me. Wait a second... oh no. It's them!

I started running for the east side of town which was just around the corner, I think. Yes, I was right (or left)! And now just a couple houses down is the Curtis's house, well my h- you get the point! I was running as fast as I could when I finally reached the house. I started climbing into my window and slammed it shut. I locked all the windows in the house and ran back into my room and locked the door. I took out the phone that was set up in the room that me and Pony shared and quickly dialed the number that belongs to the person who would get here fastest.

"Dally, the guys who are hunting me followed me home! Please come help!"

"Wholly what?! I'm coming, I'll be there in two minutes!"

He hung up and sped towards the house as fast as his car can go.

I could hear his car pulling into the drive way about 40 seconds later. Or at least I thought it was Dally. But when I checked the window it was my hunters. I heard them run up the stairs as I dove under the bed. They kicked the door open and the first place they checked for me was under the bed.

The one named Randy grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out from under the bed and threw me against the wall.

I screamed and thrashed against their hold. Bob walked up to me and pressed his fist that has the rings against my scar on my cheek. He fit the rings to the shape of the scar and ripped through the skin.

Blood dripped down my face as they kicked me in the ribs. I heard multiple cracks and screamed in pain as it became impossible to hold my torso up.

Just as I was sure that I'd throw up, the gang ran into the room and started beating the living day light out of them. And I was dropped yet again! But this time Dally caught me before I could hit my head on the ground and worsen my concussion. He gently placed me on my bed and turned towards Bob who was being held down by Two-bit and Steve.

"I should kill you right now. I should do it. You have hurt the two most important people in my life, and your going to pay!" He yelled raising his switch above his head and bringing it down only to stop a millimeter away from Bobs stomach.

"But I am not going to. I don't need to end up in jail when there are maniacs out for my gang! So I'll just call the cops on you! Soda please get the phone."

Bob just laughed.

""Just to let you know, hot shot, if you call the fuzz and turn us or her mom in, there's a whole other group of hunters. And she will die! So either way you lose."

Dally dropped the phone.

"What?!"

"You shouldn't have gotten attached bad boy. Attachments only end in pain!"

Dally seemed to be a frozen statue so the rest of the gang chased Bob and his friends out of the house. I laid on the bed quietly whimpering unable to move.

My crying seemed to have broken through his bubble of unawareness and he looked over to me. He saw the tears streaming down my face and walked over to me. He sat on the bed next to me and caressed my now bloody face.

"Shh, no one is gonna hurt you anymore. Not while I'm here."

I was scared and confused. Dallas Winston does not act like this. How would I know this though. Everyone else's face says it all, and it's not that hard to tell. Why can't I just be scared away by his sudden mood swings and scary outbursts?

The more I thought about it the more I cried, and the more tired I got. My eyes started to burn and my eyelids started to droop. Everything around me got fuzzy as I drifted in and out of sleep.

Dally's POV

I wanted to drive my switch right through his heart, but I didn't. I should've of, I would've, but I didn't. If I killed him, his friends would still be after her, if I turned them in, others would be after her, and now that they got away, they're still after her.

I didn't even realize what was going on around me until Rylee's quite cries finally reached me through my own little bubble of shock. I looked up at her on the bed curled in a ball, holding her sides while blood covered her face.

I walked over to her and cupped her face in my hand while I sat down next to her.

"Shh, no one is gonna hurt you anymore. Not while I'm here."

Wow. Did I just say that? Dallas Winston is not supposed to care. Why am I suddenly going all soft for some girl? Is it because she is so much like Johnny? Is it because she is helpless and yet sooo tuff? Is it because she is Ruff Ry? Is it because she keeps her painful past from people in order not to hurt them? Or is it because I know her?

*Flash Back*

Dang it! Someone is slashing my tires! Oh they will pay.

I ran outside to get that bas- keep it together man. Calm down long enough to see who it is. Then you can go full blown Dally.

When I got outside the person was already gone, or hiding.

I was 15 at the time, that would make Ryls 11.

I saw a little girl running around a corner with a knife in hand, laughing her but off. I hate kids. I just HATE them. Especially ones that slash MY freakin tires! I ran after her, screaming for her to stop. To my surprise, she did. She stopped so suddenly that I almost ran into her.

"Come on you little terd, fight my if your so bad!"

She turned around with a huge smirk on her face.

"Picking fights with little kids huh? Sunny was right, you're a chicken."

"Sunny is my buddy! He would never say that!"

She laughed.

"Oh yeah? Cause that's exactly what he said. But if you wanna fight so bad, I'm up for it!"

I stared at her. Most people would run scared at the sight of me. She just accepted my fight challenge! Oh well, her funeral.

I went to punch her, and she caught my fist. She twisted my arm and kicked me in the side, sending me flying backwards. I landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I jumped up charging at her, she only kicked me again. Causing me to fall back. This time she walked up to me and pressed her foot lightly into my chest.

"Give up?"

"Nope," I snapped.

"Good. I don't like an easy win."

That did it. I swept her legs out from under her and pinned her down. My blade to her throat.

"What's your name you little brat?"

She smirked.

"Ruff Ry."

She took the knife from my hand and pushed me back so she was pinning me down. Then she held the blade to my throat.

"What's your name bad boy?"

"Dallas Winston," I was hoping that would scare her enough so that I could throw her of and finish this thing, but she just laughed.

"Well, DALLY. Thats what everyone else calls you right? I could knock you out right here and right now, but I'm gonna let you keep your rep."

She took the knife away from my throat and dragged it along her arm. I stared at her in shock. She put the knife in my hand and got up.

"There all you have to do is tell people that you gave me this and you'll still be scary. Or not."

She smirked walking away like nothing happened.

Did she just? The knife and wh- what?! Did she just cut herself to save my reputation?! Okay. No one can ever know about this!

*End Of Flash Back*

You know what? I think it's all of the above. But Dally is not supposed to care. I am not supposed to care! I am cold and viscous and I do NOT love anything or anyone but Johnnycake! Not even my own life!

But everyone but Rylee could see it.

I am truly, deeply in love with her.