"Hi." I whispered and Soda shot his head up.

"Ella I'm so sorry." He started apologizing repeatedly.

"Soda stop." I insisted while grabbing his hand. "I'm okay, I promise." I reassured him.

"They caught your dad. He's in jail." Soda informed me.

I didn't know how I felt. I was sad because, well he's my father. But at the same time, I don't want him to hurt anyone else, this way I know he won't.

"Good." I finally said breaking the silence. "Is everyone else okay?"

He nodded and then told me he was going to get the rest of the gang. The whole gang rushed in and started throwing questions at me, Darry hushed them all quickly. Dallas lingered begins with both hands shoved in his pockets.

"Guys, I missed you too and I'm glad you're all alright. But can Dally and I have a sec?" I asked glancing from boy to boy.

"Of course you can." Darry spoke for all of them. Soda looked at Dallas and then back at me, I could have sworn I saw him frown but he turned and walked out so I wasn't sure. Johnny was last out the door and he shut it, leaving Dallas and I alone in silence.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Am I okay? You were stabbed. Ella you were-" he paused and a look of anger crossed his face. "You were dead!"

I shivered at the word 'dead.' Dallas was furious, but I wasn't quite sure why. Was he angry because I was hurt? Or was he angry because he couldn't prevent it?

"Dallas-" I started but he interrupted me.

"No! Okay don't tell me you're alright! I don't buy that shit! If the ambulance had been a few minutes late you wouldn't be here right now!" He yelled and threw his switchblade across the room nocking creating a loud noise, I jumped slightly at the noise and he must have seen this. His face softened and he laid his hands in his face.

"Ella I'm sorry. I was just scared alright." He confessed.

"Dallas, why?"

"Why what?"

"Why were you so scared?"

"I told you, I thought you were dead." He was confused.

"You're Dallas Winston. I don't get it, you have this evil reputation that stated that you are some monstrous creature, but you've been kind to me since the day we first met." He looked at me like I was solving a puzzle he hoped I never would. "Dallas, why are you so kind to me."

He shoved his hands back in his pockets. He had a look on his face that told me he needed to confess something. But didn't quite know how to.

"Dallas. Tell me." I commanded.

"I was 14, when I was arrested. I was involved in a murder in New York. I didn't kill anyone so I wipe that look off your face kid." I looked down and then back at Dallas as he continued his story. "When I was there, I found out I was adopted. That my biological mother died in childbirth. My dead beat father had left me at the hospital where I was adopted." He paused and I jumped in.

"Dallas, I'm sorry about everything you went through, I am, but what does this have anything to do with-"

"I wasn't alone. Okay I had a twin sister. But the couple didn't want us both. So a different couple took her. I was determine to find her when I got out of jail."

I was completely frozen at this point. I knew where he was going with this story, I started filling in the blanks and it all made sense. Why I looked nothing like my parents. Why Dallas was so kind to me.

"You're my sister Ella."