It's the Christmas of 1965 at the Curtis' house. You and your brothers spent the night before setting up for the holiday, knowing that most if not all the gang was gonna be there. It was a nice night. The radio blaring Christmas carols, the soft racket of your brothers preparing dinner.. It was... nice. Nostalgic, even.

By the end of dinner, the whole gang was there, even a few of Tim's friends visited. Except for Dally, though. He usually finds parties to go to for holidays anyway. As everyone was preparing to open gifts, finding their seats in the living room, the door was flung open. There was a loud bang as the back of the door landed the knob onto the wall.

Dally stumbled in, blood slowly dripping from his mouth and his lip split open. There were cuts and gashes placed all over him, obvious the guy who did this had a switchblade. It wasn't uncommon for Dally to come to the Curtis' house after a fight, but it was Christmas.

It went silent, Dallas looking over at everyone completely shocked at his state. He winced.