𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 // 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔// 𝕊𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔

~FIFTEEN~

Dallas was released about a week ago from the cooler.

It was a gloomy day out. It looked like it was going to rain.

I'm helping out at the DX again today then I have a shift at the Dingo later tonight.

"Hey D, how's it goin?" Steve called out to me after I walked into the DX.

"All good Stevie all good!" I slipped on my blue unbuttoned DX shirt over my white crop top. I slipped on my hat over my straight hair. I hopped on the stool behind the counter waiting for someone to come in.

Soda walked in to get something.
"Hey Soda" I said bored. My head rested in my hands.
"What" he asked harshly.

"Dang calm down!" I yelled. I laughed slightly at his response. It wasn't unlike him anymore. He had been acting like this for a few week now.   

"How about you make your self useful and go get us lunch." He said packing tools in a bag to bring outside.

"Fine I will" I snarled.

Steve handed me money and gave me a hug. "Don't let him get in your head. I'll talk to him while your gone" he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and nodded.

I walked out of the DX wondering why Soda had been acting like this around me.

I heard a car drive behind me. I looked around to see a blue mustang. I remembered what Dallas said. "Always carry a switchblade." His voice rang through my head.
Well I'm screwed because I don't have a switchblade.

Four guys got out of the car.

"Well what do we have here?" One of them said.
He walked towards me. I slowly backed up until I hit a metal fence.

Shit.

"Isn't this the new Winston in town? Diane was it?" Another one said. He's breath reeked with the smell of alcohol.

"It's Delaney dumbass!" I snatched the half drunk bottle of beer from his hand and smashed it against the fence down by my leg. Glass and beer went everywhere covering my white skirt.

I held the bashed up bottle to his face.
"Get her" he said.

I slashed his face with the bottle making him yell out in pain.
The other guys held me down. They ripped of my DX hat and DX button up shirt leaving me in my tang top and my skirt. One of the socs held my wrist so tight, I dropped the bottle on the ground making it shatter. I felt a hand travel up my skirt. I kicked at him and kneed him the the stomach making him stop.

"Come on let's see what's under that pretty little top of yours" the main socs said.

He slid his switch blade down the middle of my shirt slowly exposing by black lace bra.
I could hear whistles come from the socs as my shirt was ripped off.
He started sucking on my neck and chest while he rubbed my thigh.

"My turn!" One of the socs yelled like a little kid.

All the sudden my arms were dropped and I was let go. I fell to my knees and immediately covered up myself. They stole my clothes, probably to do some stupid shit with.

"Get outta here!" I heard someone yell.
"Delaney are you ok?" I heard Dallas say my name.

I nodded and got up to face him still holding my arms in front of my chest.

He pulled me into a hug. "Hey it's ok" he pulled back and pulled of his leather jacket and laying it over my shoulders. I held the zipper part close to me. We started to walk back to the DX.

"What the hell happened? Why are you here by your self?" He questioned me.

"I don't feel like being interrogated right now." I said fed up.

"Come on D. I need to know what happened!" He said.

"I was working at the DX and Soda told me to make my self useful and go get the lunch so I was walking to Dairy Queen but I didn't make it too far" I said giving in. I realized I shouldn't have said that much detail because I know Dallas is going to do something with Soda. Who knows?
We finally got to the parking lot of the DX.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Delaney! Are you okay?" Steve yelled pulling me into a hug.

He looked at my neck seeing the bruising spot that traveled down to my chest. He pulled the jacket slightly away to see my bruised chest. Dallas slapped his had away and Steve furrowed his eyebrows at him giving him a nasty look.

"Come on let's get you a shirt" he pulled me by my hand into the shop. He pulled me into the garage and gave me his shirt to slip on.

"What happened to you?" Soda said coming from out of the shop. This time it wasn't snotty, it was genuine.