Inconsquential Love ((Part Two))

Part 16

"Hey." Dally says, nudging me with his foot. I'm laying on his couch, biting my nails, barely paying attention to anything around me as I mull over what just happened. Dally's sitting on the coffee table in front of me looking anxious. "You've been here for over an hour and barely said anything. You gunna tell me what's up?" He asks, crossing his arms. 

I shake my head and he sighs, agitated. "Well. Alright. I'm gonna make you some tea." He stands up and I panic, reaching out for him like a scared kid. 

"No!" I exclaim, surprising myself. I've grabbed onto his leg and he looks down at me, eyebrow raised. 

"Okay, alright, I'm not going anywhere then, doll." He says, sitting back down. 

I'm jittery and bundled with nerves. I'm worried Soda's going to show up here or worse - that someone in his family might. I've shut my phone off because I'm too worked up to keep looking at it, stressing that someone might call about what's going on.

"Have you eaten at least? You should eat something."

I shake my head and he sighs again - as if troubled by how neglectful I am of myself. I like that he cares, I do, I just wasn't able to preoccupy myself with any of that stuff right now. Dally stands up and picks up my legs and sits down, placing them now ontop of his lap. With him being here like this I start to get emotional again and feel tears prickle my eyes. "Dally-" I go to say but my voice cracks and he looks at me and realizes I'm about to lose it. He scoops me up in his strong arm and holds me close to him again as he had when I first arrived. He cradles the back of my head as I press my face into his chest and I wince in pain - his hand touching the spot where my bruise was. 

I sit back on instinct and my hand flies to the spot, feeling the dried blood. Dallys eyes widen as he looks at his hand then back at me. "Vera, what the hell was that?" He asks, his voice changing to a flat serious tone - but I could hear a trace of fear behind it.

"Nothing, nothing, Dal." I repeat, dropping my hand and trying not to draw more attention to it now. 

"Bullshit. Let me see." He commands, voice hinted with anger now. I know better than to play games with Dallas so reluctantly I turn as I feel him part my hair and look at the wound. "Jesus, Vee! You got a gash on the back of your skull - what the hell happened?!"

"I fell." I tell him fast, turning back to face him. It came out so quick I didn't even think about it. 

"Bullshit!" He yells again. "What. Happened." He demands again. He's tense, sitting forward, eyes locked on mine.

I feel heat rise up from my neck to my ears as my face burns. I don't want to tell him because I know how he'll get but I know Dallas can spot a lie a mile away - especially from me. His eyes are blazing and I bite the inside of my cheek, scared again. "It was an accident." I say, at least hoping that was true. I don't think Soda meant to hurt me. I don't know what happened.

"An accident?" He repeats, voice lower. He's standing now and paces quickly, looking like he's about to blow. "What kind of accident, Vera? Whose responsible for this 'accident'?"

I don't say anything, but my silence is enough. Dally runs his hands through his hair as he paces. His eyes have gone dark, much darker than I've ever seen. Their small and cold and look like a sharks - ready to kill. Without warning, he goes to the wall and puts his whole fist through it, the sound of the impact ringing through my ears, making me stare in shock. He punches it so hard without hesitation I gasp and bolt up, worried. "Dally!"

He rips his hand free from the drywall and slowly red silked blood drips from his knuckles. I rush over to him, reaching for his hand and looking at the damage.