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18. 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝔀

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  "as long as you're with me you'll be just fine"
    ||NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU BABY;        CIGARETTES AFTER SEX||
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the next moments were a blur. we continued to stare into each others eyes as the sound of blaring sirens filled our ears and flashing lights appeared behind him.

officers flooded from their vehicles, raced up the steps and into the house. one grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back. his grip loosened on the flowers and cigarette and they dropped to the floor.

another officer proceeded to handcuff dallas as the other officer continued his firm grip to keep his hands behind his back.

id see dallas get arrested countless times, but this time was different.

he didn't even bother retaliating.

he just kinda...let it happen.

as the men began to drag him out of the house, not once did he and i break eye contact.

i stood as still as can be, watching the love of my life be ripped away from me.

he stared deep into my eyes, as all i could do was stare back into his.

i watched the beautiful, dark eyes of the man who had just served me the utmost justice, at the cost of his freedom.

as much as i wanted to run after him, jump into his arms, pick a fight with the officers, i knew it'd all be to no use.

dallas and i both know what he did.

he murdered someone.

he murdered my dad

for me.

i felt a comforting hand be placed on my shoulder, but i didn't bother to turn around as i knew it was soda.

i just couldn't look away from dallas.

to anyone else, he would look like a monster. a murderer. a demon, but to me, he looked like an angel, at ease. it was the calmest id ever seen him. his face relaxed and he just allowed the officers to carry him away.

i watched as they opened the backseat door of the vehicle. as they pushed dallas' head down to fit in the car, he formed a small smirk.

there he is.

that's the dallas winston i know.

i returned the expression just before the door was slammed shut, and the officers reentered their vehicle.

as the car drove away, i felt as if a piece of me was leaving with it, but i must not lose hope.

i know dallas would do anything for me. he no longer cares if people know about us. he doesn't want to be kept a secret anymore. why else would he voluntarily "take care of" my abuser like that? there would be no way in hell that he would want us to be a secret after doing that.

that was his apology. his apology for keeping us a secret, and his proving his love for me.

the black and white vehicle began to drive off. i couldn't take my eyes off of it.

i watched it all the way until it turned out of sight.

i stayed still until the sound of the engine faded away.

soda, still standing behind me with a hand on my shoulder, turned me to face him.

i slowly looked up at him, in which he was already looking back down at me.

he had a sympathetic expression on his face.

he probably thought i was on the verge of breaking down. thinking i don't know what i'm gonna do next, but he would be wrong.

a smirk formed on my face which was mirror back. he pulled me into a hug and i buried my face in his chest.
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it's now been two weeks since dally was taken away by the cops. two weeks since he killed my dad. two weeks since the movies.

word got around that someone called the cops on dallas for his bloody appearance. that's how the cops got to us so fast.

he's gonna have to end up going to court. all we can do is pray that the judge understood my situation and gives him a lighter charge.

i'm now living with the curtis' full time. i practically was before all this, but now it's indefinite. we're hoping that the state won't get suspicious like they did of pony and soda when their parents died.

my chest pain hasn't been back since that night. i started taking some medication for it that i can't pronounce. i'm really thinking that it actually disappeared.

the roses that dal dropped before the cops took him away are now in a vase. i made sure to grab them as soon as possible and i'm going to try my best to preserve them. they've started to wilt a little, but it just makes them that much more beautiful.

i've been doing a lot of thinking here lately, thinking about how this entire situation could've been avoided. thinking about how things could've possibly went differently.

i know i shouldn't though. what's done it done and there's no possible way of changing it.

the gang has been very helpful, especially johnny and soda. throughout all this, i've gotten a lot closer with soda and i'm so glad i have. he's such a kind soul, and i'm hoping he finds peace in his situation with sandy.

darry dropped me off at the cooler not long ago to see if i would be able to see dal. it took him a lot of convincing. i didn't necessarily not want to see him, but then again, what would we talk about?

i still felt so guilty about how all this has affected him. i couldn't help but feel that the reason why he's in jail is my fault.

when i arrived, the officers told me that visitors were not allowed at this time, but that's alright. that's what i figured would happened.

either that or maybe he wouldn't want to see me yet which i would totally understand.

i was now being escorted out by the same police officer that took dallas away in the cop car. i couldn't help but feel a deep hatred for his man. it's not his fault, he was just doing his job, but why did his job have to be taking the love of my life from me?

i called darry again earlier so he would come pick me up. he should be here soon.

i walked out of the building and turned back around to face it, examining it. id be spending a lot of my time in here.

i'm not sure how long i was standing there, but after a while, i began to hear the entire of darry's work truck pull up behind me.

i took a deep breath before walking to where the sound was coming from. i knew it would take time, but i'm willing to do anything for dallas, because i know he would do anything for me. all i know is i'll be waiting however long it takes to see him again.