Dally's POV:

I guess I always kinda knew. Had that weird gut feeling. You know, the one that says you're a little..... Off. For years I brushed off the feeling as puberty and I was just getting used to my skin. I never knew what it was, which was weird for me because I nearly knew almost everything about myself. I knew I was adopted. I knew I was a greaser. I knew I could never be happy. The feelings faded into the background as I stopped caring. I even dated a few girls. But the thought of their naked bodies would nearly give me a panic attack. It ain't easy trying to pull off being straight when you're just ... Not.

I remember when I was six, my mom took me to Poland for the winter to see my birth mother. I don't remember a lot about the visit, except I hung out more with the girls instead of the boys and acted like them. I mean sure I played rough with the other boys, but I always went back to the girls. I guess I just understood them more. Anyway, at one point, I don't remember exactly what I said, but I do remember my birth mother taking me out on a long walk through endless fields behind get village. When we had walked so far that the village was just a spec on the horizon and I was sure I was gonna pass out cold from tiring out my tiny legs, she stopped. She crouched down and brushed some thick snow away from a tangle of thorns choking the base of several blades of wheat. "Weeds." She said. "They grow thick, and loopy not straight. You can pull, can prune them, but they're just trying to survive just like others. So I let them grow. And after long time, they turn beautiful. If I got rid of them, they wouldn't get chance to be beautiful." I never understood why she meant by that.

I figured out the truth when I was nine. Right then, I didn't care who knew. But I learned real quick that being that one gay kid on the wild side of town puts you on the bottom. I fought my way up the totem pole and was legend. Everyone forgot About my "secret". 

Then my mom died.

She'd been the only person I'd ever cared about. And she got killed by a drunk driver who didn't even get punished. He just went on with his life as if he hadn't killed a woman and left her twelve-year-old kid to fend for himself. Yeah he knew. He knew very well the situation me and my mom were in. 

I went and cried in front of everybody. Having lost all my dignity, I jumped on a bus going nowhere in particular. I just wanted to get away from that place. 

My money ran out in rural Oklahoma. So I took to walking. Eventually I ended up in a DX gas station in Tulsa and decided to grab a bite to eat. That's how I met the gang. I was determined to keep my secret this time. I wasn't about to screw up my reputation again.

But there was one thing that would make it hard.

And that thing's name is Johnny Cade.