Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎not coming home pt. 2

"Are you okay?" I asked and he cleared his throat and took time to think. "I- I think so," He said and I nodded. "Let's get out of here." I said and we stood up and we begun to walk back to his place.

"Dally?" I asked and he looked at me briefly before looking back ahead of him. I looked at my feet so I could watch every step I make. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing baby, why?" He chuckled and brushed it off and I looked at him and he dragged me along the sidewalk. "Nothing? Lately you've been, I dunno, weirder, colder, not you." I looked ahead of me and saw a couple fighting and he looked at me. "Don't worry about it, Doll, just some shit I have to work through myself."

I struggled with what I wanted to say next, I didn't know whether I should tell him to spit it out or just continue to walk. I stopped him and he looked annoyed. "I'm not going until you talk."  I said and crossed my arms. "I have a shitty life so I'm gonna feel shitty! Is that so bad!" He said and I started to laugh.

"You think I don't know that? It's worse than that I know it because you seem like all you want to do these days is just kill yourself!" I whisper yelled and he looked away. "Maybe I do." He said and he stormed off. I ran up to him and I tried to stop him but he wouldn't.

"Just talk to me!" I called out but he didn't stop. I didn't either. I walked behind him the entire time and he went back to his house. He unlocked the door and before he could slam it, I barged it and he stood there, fuming at me. "I don't want to talk about my issues. I never have and I never will. When will you fucking understand that?"

"Baby- I-" I said before he stood his ground and started to yell. "Get the fuck out!" He yelled in my face and I adjusted my posture. "No." I said and he seemed taken aback by my statement. "N- no? No? Did you just tell me no?" He took one step closer to me and my breath hitched but I didn't let down, even though I was most likely just cowering beneath him anyway. "I suggest you fucking leave." He spoke in a deep voice that scared me but I didn't show face. I just stood there and said nothing.

"I'm not gonna leave." I said and he closed his eyes slowly and grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me towards him harshly and opened them again. "If you ever tell me no again, you won't live a day to stay it again. Now get the fuck out before I beat the daylights out of you." He spoke to me like I was one of the people he was picking on in the streets.

He let me go and I looked at him with pure fear on my face. I really couldn't move, I was too scared. That's when I felt a fierce sharp pain across my cheek and the voice of an angry Dallas. "I said get out of my fucking house you bitch!" He screamed and I shakily grabbed my jacket but he grabbed my wrist before I could. "And if you tell anybody about this, baby you're dead."

I nodded and I ran out of the house with tears burning down my cheeks. Don't tell anybody yeah, like I was gonna promise that. I ran all the way to the lot despite the burning sensation in my lungs telling me to stop. I knew Johnny'd be there.

He was just hanging out smoking when he saw me and stood up immediately. I collapsed on the ground and started to sob and he got on his knees beside me. "Y/n?" He asked and I tried my best to catch my breath, so I could at least try to explain.

It took me probably two minutes before I finally pulled myself together and I looked at him. "He was different and so I asked him about it, all I did was ask." I said and he shook his head. "That was your first mistake." He said and I nodded.

"So, he yelled at me but I didn't lay off and I followed him home and he started to yell at me more, and he told me to get out and I said no. He didn't like that." I said and I started to cry again, remembering the trauma I'd just endured. He rubbed my back until I got myself together again and I began to talk again. "He grabbed me and slapped me and told me if I ever say no to him again he's gonna beat the living daylights out of me." I recalled and Johnny just sat in horror. I knew what he was thinking, he knew his friend wasn't like that at all, he knew his friend wouldn't have said that to the girl he's in love with.

I looked down before Johnny made me look at him and he turned my head. He touched my tender cheek and cringed when I winced in pain. I looked back down and I started sobbing again.

"Johnny!" We heard somebody yelling. "Johnny!" We heard again. Johnny gasped and I looked up and we saw Dally running towards us. I hid behind Johnny and he reached for his blade and Dally stopped immediately.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa kid! Why're you grabbing your blade? Baby, why are you hiding?" He asked and laughed nervously, I whispered to Johnny, "He also told me not to tell anybody about what he'd done." Johnny looked at me and looked back in fear. He was most definitely afraid of Dallas, he knew what he was capable of.

"Dally, I think it- it'll be best if you just get outta here." Johnny stuttered and Dally stood with his arms crossed. "I know what you've done."

"How was I supposed to keep it to myself?" I cried and I sat next to Johnny. "How was I supposed to pretend that you didn't hurt me?"

"Why don't we just go home and talk about this, huh?" He said with a sweet smile on his face. As much as my mind screamed no, I stood up and I walked to him. "You lay another hand on me I swear to god I'm gonna send you to where the sun doesn't shine." I said through my teeth. He threw his hands up in defense and I walked back to his house, ahead of him.