Chapter 11 | Angry

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Eric's House

"Your dad?" He asked me. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything?" I buried my face in my hands.

"Because I was scared...I still am...what if I..." I stopped talking. He pulled me into a hug.

"You can't go back there, especially in this condition." He said.

"I don't have a choice, Eric. What else am I supposed to do. Follow Dally to God knows where?" I asked him. He didn't know what to say.

"Ava..." He paused, "You'll get hurt worse in the end if you go back." He said.

"I'll be...I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. I'll be more careful." I said. He gave me a look, but I'm stubborn.

"Fine." Eric said sadly and quietly.

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Present Day...

That night I slept on the couch. Honestly, I slept better on that couch than I did on my own bed in my own house. I haven't slept this good in ages.

I didn't even realize I fell asleep. I'm not used to sleeping so soundly, so it took me a second to know that it was already the next day.

I slowly sat up and looked around. Dally was staring at me. I didn't think he'd be here still.

"Ya'know, that's a little creepy, Dallas." I said.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, that's all." He mumbled.

"Someone's a little softie." I said in a sing song voice. He rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. I could him smirk a little.

"How'd you know where to find me?" He asked. I paused to think for a second. How the hell did I know? If I did, I don't remember.

"I don't know, maybe I found something in your room as a clue." To be honest, that's probably what I did.

"How've ya been gettin' by down here?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Well I've been living in a bar and I steal what I need. Whatever else I need, I come here for." He told me. I nodded.

"Why'd ya change so much?" He asked me.

"People change, Dallas." I sighed.

"But you're like a different person." He picked up the newspaper which was next to him. "I don't know the girl in the paper." He said, pointing to the article.

"You're right, you don't." I said. "I didn't have an older brother to protect me anymore. I had to protect myself."

"I'm sorry about that-" he began, but I cut him off.

"No, don't apologize. I adapted, now people don't mess with me." I said.

"I still feel horrible for leaving you." He said.

"Just forget about it, what happened happened, now we can just go on." I told him. He bit his lip and nodded.

We both knew I was still holding onto all of it, but I know I don't want to. I just can't help how I feel. I feel betrayed. I feel alone. Now more than ever.

Even though I'm with Dally again, I feel even more betrayed than ever because I'm the one who had to come. I'm the one who went looking for him. He didn't even seem that happy to see me. All he wanted to know was what dad did.

I wish I could help feeling this way, I really do. I just can't. I'm overcome by anger and I don't know who to blame. I should be able to just get over it. I can't though, not now.

The best thing I can do is ignore the fact I'm mad and hope I won't be. I already told him how I felt, I thought I got everything off my chest, I have no idea what to feel. I don't think he deserves to get yelled at anymore than I already have.

The door opened and it was Johnny. I unintentionally smiled when I saw him. Something about him...I don't know. He's just really...great.

"Hi Ava." Johnny said.

"Hey Johnny." I waved, beginning to turn red from how stupid I was acting. Dally gave me a weird look.

"Pony and I are headed to the movies later, wanna come?" Johnny asked me.

"Sure." I said, but at the same time, Dally said no.

"We have some business to take care of." He told me.

"Dally, you can't control what I do anymore. I'm fifteen, almost sixteen." I said.

"I'm still your older brother."

"You may be my blood, but you stopped being my brother the moment you walked out of that house in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye. Then let dad take it out on me." I snapped. The room was silent.

Dally stood up, walked over to me, and just stared into my eyes. I didn't back down though.

He opened his eyes to say something, but he closed his mouth. He stormed off, knocking a stack of papers down.

I fucked up...

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Published: March 25th 2024, 10:08 PM

Words: 783

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