Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎broken nose

I opened and closed the blade over and over again. I was on the hood of my boyfriend's car, waiting for him to come back from the rumble.

As I was thinking about how long it was taking him, he walked up to the car and got in. I jumped off and got into the car with him. I handed him his switchblade and he coldly took it from me.

I tried to grab his hand but he didn't let me. He had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, and he refused to speak or look at me. He'd never done this before, not even when he lost. He usually just walked around all sad but he never was this cold.

I scooted farther away from him and more towards the door and looked outside. He was speeding and the trees and houses were going by like lightning speed. I didn't bother to pick a fight and tell him to slow down, I just stayed silent.

Which was a mistake.

He rode out a red light and we almost got t-boned, he spun the wheel trying to catch control and we spun seven times before coming to a complete stop. We didn't get hit or hit anything, thank god, but it shook me up. I looked at him and he still had the same expression as before.

He got out of the car and slammed the door and I sat in there trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. I watched him go to the person who almost hit us and he began to throw punches. I groaned and got out of the car and ran to him. I tried to pull him off but I got elbowed in the nose and it started to bleed non-stop.

He took a second and looked at me, he was finally not angry anymore and he grabbed my face and he started to shake.

"I'm sorry y/n! I didn't mean to-" He said and I shook my head. I pushed him away and wiped the blood away (like it was any use) and started to apologize to the man.

"I'm so sorry- he had a terrible day and he has a terrible temper. I don't know what got into him, I really am sorry. It was our fault." I said and the man examined my nose and he sighed. "It's alright. You should get that nose of yours checked out, looks broken. And please, control your driving!" He yelled at Dallas. I looked at him and grabbed his arm angrily and went back to the car.

"Go and pull over." I demanded and he nodded and put the car into gear and drove it to the side of the road. I started to feel the pain of a broken nose, and I held it and bit my lip. I touched the gushing blood and I grabbed a rag and tried to clean myself up with the rear-view.

He just stared at me while I did so, and when I got everything under control, and I sat back and looked at him. "Well?" I asked and he softened.

"Doll I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He began before I stopped him. "No. Why? Why weren't you talking to me? What happened?" He looked out the window and sighed.

"I don't want to drag you into it." He shortly said. I leaned over and opened his car door. "Get out, I'm driving."

He followed my order and got into the passenger and I drove to the hospital. We went into the ER and they got us in almost immediately, which was a shock. I did have a broken nose, and the entire time Dally was sucking up to me.

It was a fairly quick visit, I made my way back to the car and I drove us home in silence. I went in and into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. "God, you look terrible." I whispered to myself and touched my nose lightly and it hurt like a bitch.

I got out and I went and sat on my bed. He came in fidgeting with his ring and looked at me.

"I don't want to drag you into it? Come up with a better excuse. You wouldn't talk to me, you almost got us into an accident, and you broke my nose. What the hell got into you." I stood up and he looked down.

"Dad's home, I saw him after the rumble." He said shortly and I opened my mouth a little.

"He wants to meet you, I told him not a chance in hell. I told him that he don't even wanna see me so there's no reason why he should wanna meet you." He explained and I felt terrible.

"And I really am sorry for your nose, it was an accident." He looked at me and we both started to laugh. It hurt me so I quickly stopped, and he grabbed my face again.

He examined my injury, and smiled. He lightly kissed it and I smiled. "I forgive you, I wish you woulda told me sooner." I whispered. He pulled me in and held me.

"I'm sorry darling, I won't do it again." His heart was beating a million times a second and I giggled. "Did you win?"

"Hell yeah we won, we're greasers, not pansies!" He said and I started to shortly laugh.