Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎not coming home pt. 4

"Y/n, are you a fucking idiot?" Steve whispered at me. I crossed my arms and looked him up and down. "Yeah, so are you, where's my underwear?" I asked and he rolled his eyes and threw it at me. I shoved it in my pocket and he still stood there staring at me. "He beat you and threatened you and yet here you are with him, what if he does it again?" Sodapop added, chuckled and looked back at my boyfriend who was currently telling Pony something horrible, I knew by the expression on Ponyboy's face.

"He won't." I looked back at them and they were still fuming. "He won't! I fought back, I pushed him back, he's not gonna do it again and if he does, well he's not making it out alive."

"You better promise that." Steve said and I rolled my eyes and spun around. "You better!" Soda called out and I went and I sat on Dally's lap. He stopped whatever conversation he was having with Pony and looked at me up and down and grinned. "Don't stop for me," I said and Ponyboy shook his head. "He's teaching me about sex."

"Dally!" I said and I slapped his shoulder and he started to laugh. I giggled along and Ponyboy got even more red than he was before. I fake pouted. "Aw, Pony, I'm sorry. What was he saying?" I asked and he shook his head.

"He was- no! It's too bad! I don't even want to think about it, damn you Dally!" He said and ran off somewhere and Dally started laughing harder. He stopped laughing and smothered me in kisses and I started to laugh too, I dunno what got into him because he was hungover right now.

Darry called us all out for breakfast and he stopped and I stood up and put my hand out. He took it and we walked to the table and grabbed our helpings and sat down, and enjoyed the chaos that was to come.

Two-Bit and Ponyboy fought over the syrup and they ended up on the floor beating on each other before Darry forced them apart. Steve and Sodapop were giving us glances before Dally flipped them off without Darry seeing but they tattled and Dallas got reprimanded by Darry.

When breakfast ended, I left with Dally and we hit the street going wherever. I checked the time on my wrist watch my dad gave me and it said it was 10:20. I remember that, because it was exactly 24 hours later.

As soon as I checked the time, I heard him start to groan like he was sick. I looked at him and he was white and nearly about to pass out and I walked him quickly to a nearby bench. He keeled over and began to aggressively throw up and I rubbed his back. He slumped back and caught his breath before throwing up again. He finally finished and looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked and I took off my shirt and cleaned him up, I was wearing a tank underneath it. "Probably just my hangover, I'm fine." He stood up but immediately fell over. I brought him up and turned around and went back to Darry.

"You don't have to do this, I'm fine, just a little sick." He said once we started to walk. I looked at him and focused back on holding him up. "You just threw up, fell over, and you're white as a ghost. Tell me you're fine again." He chuckled and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine." He replied and I rolled my eyes and we got back to the house. I trudged through the mess that was the Curtis's yard. I swung open the door and Darry ran up and laid him on the table. "What's wrong with him?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"Started groaning and throwing up, he looks white as hell and he fell over when he tried to walk." I explained and Darry nodded. Dally smiled weakly before passing out and Darry ordered me to grab the med box and he examined him. Years of treating everybody, he could be considered a doctor at this point.

"Y/n, get in the truck, he's over dosing!" He said and I panicked and ran out to the truck and opened the door. Darry rushed with him in his arms and put him in the truck and we raced to the hospital.

He gained consciousness on the ride there and I kept myself together as I pushed his hair back and he fought to keep his eyes open to look at me. "What's happening?" He asked weakly and I smiled at him. "You're overdosing, baby, tell me what you took." I continued to caress his hair and he coughed and closed his eyes.

"Paroxetine." He mumbled and passed out again. I looked at Darry and he was confused. "Anti-depressants." I told him and he flew into the hospital parking lot. He slammed the brakes before we hit the building and we rushed Dally in.

"He's overdosing!" I yelled and a million nurses came to his aid. I ran after them and watched them throw a million tubes on him and try to keep him alive and wash the stuff from his system. I started to cry and they escorted me out of the room and I broke down. I could hear his voice in my head, "I'm not coming home."