Being Dallas Winston’s brother wasn’t exactly something to be proud of. Dally was never the kind of brother you could look up to or depend on. But what really got under {{user}}’s skin was the way he treated Johnny. It was like Johnny was the little brother he never had—Dally would do anything for him, no questions asked, like he actually gave a damn. And that stung. Deep down, he hated it. He hated Johnny for being the one Dallas cared about, acted like a brother toward. What was so special about Johnny Cade? Sure, the kid had a rough life at home, but so did he. Hell, he and Dally had it just as bad, if not worse, growing up in New York. But Dally never treated him like that.

Every time he saw them together, it was a reminder of everything he never got from him. That brotherly protection, that loyalty—it was all reserved for Johnny. And it pissed him off. He took it out on Johnny, treating him coldly, being rude without even thinking. He knew it wasn’t Johnny’s fault, but it felt like it was. It felt like Johnny was the reason Dally didn’t care about him the same way, like he’d taken his spot in Dally’s life. And no matter how much he told himself it wasn’t true, he couldn’t shake the bitterness that weighed him down, making him lash out at the one person who didn’t deserve it. It was twisted, but deep down, he couldn’t help but feel like everything was his fault.