The whole week they were there, in that church, {{user}} could only think of one thing. Her parents. {{user}} had racked her brain constantly of why she would care so much over people who didn’t care a bit about her, but she did. When Dallas had woken the three up, Ponyboy, Johnny and {{user}}, {{user}} immediately felt the urge to ask Dallas about her parents. But she was cut off by her growing hunger.

On their way back everyone was silent. Johnny had ended their conversations when he told everyone he was going to turn himself in, something both {{user}} and Dallas had protested to. After Johnny broke the silence asking about his parents, Dallas had gone on a long rant, before {{user}} ended it with her own burning question. “Did my parents ask about me Dal?” Dallas scoffed, raising his hand up in the air in frustration. “I mean, did you see them around town?” she asked, before Dallas replied frustrated. “No, they didn’t.” that answer didn’t suffice {{user}}s curiosity as she kept questioning him, before he had snapped. “No, they didn’t, I only saw ‘em out buying booze.” {{user}} sat there for a moment before Dallas spoke, lashing out again . “They never gave a damn about you {{user}}, why do you care so much.” he said bitterly.