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I totally had a breakdown, god I'm so stupid. I laid there in my bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about how I had a total mental breakdown in front of Dallas.

I never told anyone about Derick, the fact that I told Dallas about him is insane. It's not like he did anything to help. He sat there drinking with me and listened to me talk.

I mean it's nice that someone was listening to me, but then he wanted to do something about it. I wasn't ready to do that. Plus it happened like a year ago. Why does Dallas care anyway, it's not like he likes me. He probably felt pity.

God I'm so stupid! Of course he felt pity, a crying girl sitting in a dark room watching tv while totally having a mental breakdown. I'm a charity case to him.

I finally got up and changed into some jeans, white tank top, leather jacket, and black chucks. Nothing special. I gave my hair soft curls, did my make up, then went to the kitchen.

No one was home, not surprised. It was around 12 pm, I didn't realize how late I actually woke up.

Dallas' stuff was gone, I mean I could careless if he's here. I wanted him out anyway. Finally got my wish.

When I finished eating, it was around 1:39 pm, I got up and grabbed my car keys to go out, but then I got a phone call.

I walked over to the phone and hesitated to answer but I did anyway.

"Hello" I said into the phone as I played with the wire.

"Lana you're dead. Tell your little boyfriend that-ow-tell him that I'll get him back when he least expects it. Fuck you! I told you not to tell anyone! Shit. You're so fucking dead!" Derick yelled into the phone. I felt my heart beating so fast I think I was gonna have a stroke or something.

I immediately hung up and leaned on the wall, closing my eyes as I did. Everything was fine before, now everything is not fine!

I ran out of the apartment and went to my car. I was gonna kick some New York ass.

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I stopped my car in front of the Curtis house and stormed inside.

"Where's Winston?!" I yelled as I went into the house.

"Oh shit, someone is in trouble" Steve muttered

"What got you in a mood" Dallas sat there smoking his stupid fucking cigarette.

"What did I tell you?" I walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt.

"What?" He looked confused,

"What the fuck did I tell you Dallas?! I told you to leave it alone! I told you to forget about it!?"

"What are you talkin' bout" he said 'cluelessly'

"You know what the hell I'm talkin' bout" I grabbed his cigarette and crushed it.

"No I don't" he's so dead.

"I think we should have a chat outside, before I stab you with something in here" the more I talked to him the more  I got pissed. Flames just kept rising over me.

"Fine we'll go outside" he got up and walked out to the front porch. I followed. I slammed the door as I stepped out.

"What the fuck did you fucking do?" I looked into his dark brown eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking bout" He kept denying what he did.

"I think you do know what I'm talking bout, why did Derick call me? Why the fuck did he say I'm dead and that you'll get it when you least expect it?"

"Cops weren't gonna do anything to him." He said finally admitting the fact that he probably beat up Derick.

"Dammit Dallas?! I told you to leave it alone?! I told you to just leave him alone! I shouldn't have told you?!" I pushed him "you fucking- you-you asshole?!" I slapped him but he wasn't fighting back. "Fight back?!"

"Alana" he said softly

"I told you to forget about it, I told you to leave it alone and forget about it!"

"Alana he hurt you"

"Why do you care?! You hurt me all the fucking time?!"

"I don't know why the fuck I give a damn about this but I do. He hurt you and he's gonna pay for it. I'll make it my business"

"I don't need your fucking charity?! You just feel bad!"

"This ain't charity!? I don't give 2 shits if you yell at me or try to fucking hit me, but it's my business now, he's paying for what he did" I felt my eyes start to water, with rage and fear.

I looked down and ran my hands through my hair.

"Let me take care of this," I didn't want my make up ruined so I carefully wiped my tears away.

"Why are you helping me?" I crossed my arms and kicked a rock.

"I don't know, I truly have no clue why, but I am."

"What if he comes to my house he knows where I live"

"Stay with me for a bit, Buck finished doing what he was going to do. Think of it as I pay you back for sleeping over at your place."

"Fine, I'll stay with you.....I still hate you" I walked over to my car and got in

"Maybe you'll stop!" He chuckled softly

"Suck a dick Winston" I rolled my eyes and drove to work. I hate him

A little less.