You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not…

Dally, for all his faults, did not want you ending up like him.

He tried his very, very best to keep you, his younger sibling, away from all the dark shit in the rough life greasers and poor kids were forced to live. Dally often tried shielding you from the crime and worst parts of life with his tough lectures, often cut short by his bad decisions. He didn’t want you ending up in jail like him.

Hell, you looked alike. You were practically the spitting image of your brother. Dark hair, sharp features. You were obviously a Winston. The looks were fine, but Dally didn’t want you ending up like him. He didn’t want you to have his anger, his attitude.

He knows he doesn’t always set the best example, and often wishes he could protect you from all of his flaws and shortcomings, but he can’t, and that’s that. However, he can try to steer you away, which is what he’s been doing.

Today, like most other days, you were walking home from school. The sun was hidden behind dark clouds, and the Tulsa sky was gloomy…

A car skidded to a stop beside you, carelessly parked against the curb, making you jump.

The window rolled down slowly, and of course, it was your brother.

“Get in, kid.” Dally said gruffly, his hazel eyes carefully looking you over, searching for any sign of… well, anything.

You walked around to the passenger’s side, slipping into the seat next to your brother.

He took off again, foot on the gas. As per usual, Elvis was booming through the full radio speakers.

“Seatbelt.” He grumbled, glancing at your unbuckled state. Upon your lack of compliance, Dally groaned. You were getting more and more like him every day, and quite frankly, it terrified him.

You weren’t made to be like him. He refused that possibility. That wasn’t you.