Lose Your Mind-A Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Sympathy For The Devil

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.- Charles Bukowski

Mark was furious with me when showed my face at home. I was almost an hour late for the deal I was supposed to be making. I felt funny doing it. I couldn't shake the image of Bryon in the hospital out of my mind, but I couldn't just stop dealing either. Mark was my brother and he was relying on me. He nearly chewed my ear off, but he lent me a mustang so I could get there. I rolled up into the parking lot of the Dingo. It was a bar that people tended to hang around when they had nothing better to do. Normally, you'd see nothing but greasers there, but this time when I pulled into the back lot I saw a familiar face. It was Bob. I was expecting him to look surprised to see me, but he just walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"You're late." There was an accusatory tone in his voice.

"A thousand apologies." I let the sarcasm drip into my tone.

"You got it at least?"

I rolled my eyes, "You really think I would come empty handed?"

The cold look in his brown eyes softened and he almost chuckled as he placed the crisp money in my palm. He started walking away after I slipped the baggy into his hand, but I called after him.

"Hey! Were you who jumped Dally?"

He shook his head, curly hair covering his eyes, "Just a couple of buddies of mine. Sorry about that, honest." I could tell by the way he said it that he wasn't lying.

It was weird knowing that this was the same kid I had hated so much only a few weeks prior. He was stuck the same way that everyone in Tulsa was; stuck in some endless circle of hating each other. 

"He's okay?" He asked suddenly. 

"He's okay."

A wave of relief washed over his pale face, "Good. I know my buddies get a little too carried away sometimes, but it ain't their faults."

"Who's fault is it then?

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned on his shiny charcoal car, "It ain't anybody's. It's just the way things are."

That was the first time I felt like somebody in Tulsa understood how I was feeling. He wasn't looking to blame anyone, he was just wanting everyone to go about their business. There ain't no shame in that. For a moment there, I considered us friends.

"You know when school starts?"

"August 21st." He replied, "You think I'll see you around?"

I grinned at him, "No doubt."

He looked over my head and his facial expression changed from carefree to cold. It was a strange transformation to see. I turned my head and saw Soda walking over towards us.

"Hey, I'll catch you around. Don't be afraid to say hi." He hopped into his car and drove off, revving his engine when he passed Soda.

Soda sauntered towards me, "I'm guessing he's one of your customers?"

I nodded, but kept silent. I felt like anything I said would be giving Bob away.

"You better watch yourself around them soc's. You can't trust him."

At that moment, I felt the exact opposite. It felt like Bob was the only one in the whole world who I could trust.

"He's just a guy. You ain't got to call him that."

Soda narrowed his eyebrows at me, "You're defending him?"

I kept walking even though he stopped, "I don't see why you have to be so against him."

"Because he's scum!" Soda shouted out to, anger in his voice due to his lack of understanding, "You saw what he did to Dally!"

I shook my head, "That wasn't him."

"Okay maybe not, but lets not act like that wasn't one of his buddies then." Soda stared me down, his normally cool and calm demeanor gone. 

"What's your point?" Anger rising in my chest, "You all hang out with Tim Shepherd and seem to sleep alright still."

It was almost as if I could feel the ties between him and I start to tear and sever, but I couldn't find it in my heart to care, "You better watch yourself, Ice. Or you're going to end up just like him."

I didn't see that as a bad thing.