𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

5

I ran as fast as my legs would take me. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. Away from Dal. He'd probably just go get drunk at Buck's and pick up some random two timing broad. Not like I cared. He always did when we got mad at eachother. But I never thought he'd touch my blade.

My blade was the last thing my Pop's gave me before he started turning into a drunk after my mom died. He began to just neglect me. He didn't care if I got hurt. That's why I never went home.

I walked around Tulsa until a blue mustang pulled up to me.

"What are you doing on this side of town, greaser." Even though it was formed like a sentence, it was more like a rhetorical question that was meant as a warning. Soc's.

"I'm walking 'round. Didn't know that was a crime."

"You know how it is around here. Get on your side of town before I cut off all your hair and make you look like all them other greasers!" They started getting more aggressive, and I knew I didn't stand a chance so I rolled my eyes and walked back into 'greaser territory'.  

I decided I had nothing better to do, so I walked to Buck's and got some drinks.

"2 shots."

"No please?" A low rugged voice asked behind me. I rolled my eyes. Dal. I laid my chin on my palm as my elbow rest on the counter. I was trying to get under his skin.

"Cmon doll, don't be mad at me. You know I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You're only apologizin' because you're drunk." I sneered and drank my two shots. I tapped the counter two times, signalling for two more. Buck poured the liquor and I drank again. My head started spinning and I turned 'round to Dal.

"Take me upstairs you fuckwad." I smirked. He picked me up bridal style and planted a kiss on my forehead. I knew he wouldn't let me do anything, I wasn't sober enough to consent or whatever.

"Doll, you gotta change out of these clothes. Is your Pop's not taking you shopping to get new clothes?" I shook my head and smiled as my half lidded eyes met Dal's.

"He says he don't want no part with me if I get attacked by a Soc. Too bad so sad. I still got clothes. I don't know why you care."

"I care because you're mine, and I love you." He'd never said those words before. He probably thought that since I was drunk I wouldn't remember it. But I think that sobered me up.

"Y..you love me...?" I sat up and looked into his big brown eyes. No other words were exchanged. We just laid down together; I fell asleep in his arms.