𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍, Dallas Winston

8

•~Dally's P.O.V~•
I stood outside of the lobby as Michelle called her mom. I convinced her to tell her parents that she needed to come home and tell them something. I only convinced her because I said I'd go with her to tell her parents. She walked out hurriedly and grabbed her things.

"Doll-"

"Please don't say anything Dallas." Michelle slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Your ride'n in my car, I'm gonna say something." She glared at me.

"You really shouldn't have made such a scene." I scoffed.

"If you tell me something like that, then I'm gonna flip out on the guy." She looked at the ground and I started to feel bad. Michelle was really growing on me and I knew I was wrapped around her finger. "Listen I'm sorry about making a scene, okay? I was just pissed at that asshole." I grabbed her chin so that her eyes met with mine.

"Can we go now?" She looked away for a moment. "Please?" I tried to not show how my heart melted at her whisper.

"Of course doll." I put my arm around her shoulders as we walked out of the shitty school.

She got into the passenger seat and I got into the driver's seat. As I drove I had my hand on her thigh, rubbing it softly.

"God my Dad's gonna kill Bob." She said suddenly as she put her face in her hands.

"Maybe that's a good thing." I saw her visibly gulp.

"I don't want him to get in trouble-"

"What he did to you, Michelle is criminal. People go to jail for that shit and I hope your Dad takes him to court and puts his ass in jail." I parked in front of her house and she got out without saying a word.

"My parents won't care that you're a greaser. Only my aunt and uncle do." I nodded and we walked through the threshold. I was used to how big it was by now.

"Michelle, what happened?" A lady ran up to Michelle, grasping her shoulders. A man was behind her, looking at me. I guessed these were her parents.

"Can we sit down first?" The woman nodded before I followed Michelle to the living room. We sat down on a couch across from her parents. She looked at me and sighed.

"You can do it, Michelle. The sooner you tell them, the sooner I can beat Bob's ass." She chuckled before she looked at her parents. Mostly looking at her dad.

"You asked me yesterday, why I came home so late." Her mom nodded as she held her husband's hand. I bet that her wedding ring cost a shit load of money.

"You said that you lost track of time while hanging out with Randy and Bob." Her dad furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused.

"Well, I lied." Her voice faltered, yet she gulped still trying to continue her story without crying.

"Well, why did you really come home late, sweety?" Her mom asked leaning closer to her.

"I have these Greaser friends, Ponyboy and Johnny, they were walking home from the movies with Marcia and Cherry. Bob got real mad and ordered them to get in the car. Randy wouldn't take me home because they were looking for them." She looked at me and then back at the ground. "They found them and...I couldn't let Bob and Randy hurt them. So I told them to jump me instead." I saw her mom's eyes brim with tears.

"What'd they do to you, Michelle?" Her dad's voice grew dark.

"He..took my virginity, dad." She said quickly, shutting her eyes tightly. I rubbed her back as tears left her eyes and made their way down her cheeks.

"W-What did Randy do?" He stuttered, probably hoping his nephew would have done something to intervene.

"Nothing, he turned his back so he couldn't see me." Her mom started crying too, but her dad couldn't say anything.

"I'm gonna kill them both." Her dad muttered as he stood up.

"Dad-"

"I'm gonna make sure that idiot is thrown in jail." He hissed before looking at me. "I need you to make sure that Bob Sheldon goes nowhere near her ever again," I smirked.

"That would be my pleasure, sir."
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