Saving Dallas Winston//// A Dallas Winston Story

4: Fuck The Light

My head was pounding like a bitch. Before anything could come to my mind, I ran to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat. The bile in my stomach poured out of me and my head pounded with each breath I took. Once I was done, I wiped my mouth and sat against the wall next to the shower. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut. It was only when the shower curtain opened a bit, that I had notcied Soda in the shower. He had stuck his head out and smirked when he notcied how hungover I was.

"Asprin is on the counter with water."

"Hm, you think this is so funny, don't you?" I gave a sarcastic smile. That's when I remembered, Darry. "Shit."

"Y/N Y/M/N Curtis!" I groaned when I heard that. "Come on, come out into the light right now."

"Fuck the light." I stood up slowly and walked out of the bathroom. His arms were crossed and his face had anger sewn onto it. "Let me have it. What do you want this time?"

"Y/N Curtis, I have been very easy on you when it comes to the stuff you've been doing, because I know you've had a hard time in the past. Those times are past though, which means its time to straighten up and act like the Y/N we all know." He sighed once he was done with his speech as I leaned against the wall, my head pounding. "Answer me!" My body jolted in fear as memories crashed back.

That figure. That damn shadowy figure shouting and cursing at me. Telling me I'm worthless and a waste of space. If mother could see me now oh how she'd be disapointed. It'd be etched on her face so clearly. Her beautiful face. "Its a shame she had you." he would say. Cold metal caressed my face, making an unsettling shutter walk down my spine. I violently shook my head and looked Darry in the eye.

"That Y/N..." I paused and leaned closer, "that Y/N is dead, Darrel. She died when I wanted to." I leaned back against the wall.

"Y/N," he pointed a finger at me, "that is unexceptable. Not that I don't think you had a hard time, but I am sick and tired of making excuses and letting you walk all over me and lie to me."

"I can't just bring her back. That's like saying I can erase all the trauma." I scoffed and stood up, "I gotta go."

"No, no." Darry grabbed my arm holding me there.

"Darrel, let go." my teeth grit with anger and fury. Fists clenched, knuckles white, I spoke again. "Darrel I know you're my brother and I know you've done a lot for me, but if you don't let go, things will be ugly." He starred me in the eye with a stern look on his face. My breathing began to pick up and instinctivly pushed him off me sending him to the wall behind him. Once he recovered, he pushed me back and send me to the floor. I began to see blurrs of flashbacks across my mind.

"Y/N, Y/N wait!" before I knew what I was doing, I was sprinting out of the house. I heard footsteps behind, but when I looked back they weren't Darry's, they were Pony's. I sped up and ended up in the lot. Johnny was sitting there smoking a weed when he noticed me. I stopped and Pony caught up to me.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Johnny stood up and stomped on his cigarette, putting it out.

"Come on, Pony, Johnny, we're running away." I was out of breath, worry was written all over my face. None the less, they followed me. We walked further and further from the house and reached the park. I began to re-think my choice.

"Maybe we should just hang here until we're cooled off, then walk back." Pony spoke up.

"Yeah..." my thoughts were still swirling, "yeah we should." we sat around for about thirty minutes when we decided to walk back.

That's when I saw it. When I saw him. At least, thats what I thought I saw. Then I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, so I just kept walking back to the house. When we got there, Darry stood and began to walk to hug me and Pony. My hands pushed him off and I brushed past him, running up to me and Soda's room, locking the door. A few minutes later I heard soft footsteps and a light knock on the door.