They stepped outside and fought. He moved with speed and agility. She did as well. After throwing a couple of fists and a little bit of kicks they tuckered out.
"God damn you're good." He smiled at her. She smiled back. Not wanting to be rude, she got up and helped him up from where he was resting. After she did, she checked the time and hissed.
"Shit, I must go now. See ya." She waved and turned around simultaneously. She hopped into her car and drove off.
—-Time skip—
When she got to her mothers house, she peaked into the window.
Dark, not too dark...just no main lights are on and no body is in sight. Either they're asleep or they went out.
She walked in and when she shut the door, she turned to see a black figure running toward her. She jumped. Turning on the light switch, she was it was Brendon.
"MY TROPICAL FLOWER!" He yelled, pulling her into a hug. "How many times do I have to tell you!? I'm no flower! I'm a weed!" She playfully slapped Brendon's chest a couple of times. He let out a laugh. "Well then let me smoke you." He smirked as Dallas rolled her eyes. "I fucking hate you. I'm going to sleep. Love ya." She kissed Brendon's cheek and walked up to her room. She got changed and lied down. As she was about to fall asleep when she heard her door open and shut again. Not caring or thinking about it the drifter off into a warmer, peaceful sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Bloodstained
HorrorDallas is different. She suffers from something people would never think she would have. From what you'll think, you may think it's a curse. She sees it as a blessing. Her family would never guess their precious Dallas isnt emotionless, she hides it...
