𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

14

AN:
Hey y'all! Sorry that I haven't updated this story in a while, I've been very focused on other stories, and I've been having some stuff happen during summer break. I've decided that I will be updating all of my stories, not on any specific schedule. I know it's a bit easier if I just focus of one story, or stick to an updating schedule, but I just feel like it would be easier for me to choose which story I'd like to update, then do so randomly. Thanks for your patience, and enjoy this next chapter of:
BabyDoll.

As the weeks went by, I never once saw Dallas. Not even while I was in the West side of town. Usually you would be able to catch Dal with a few Soc's, whether they were Soc girls or Bob's group of friends. He would either be picking up a random girl, or having a blade fight.
I never saw him though. I knew it was normal for me to be even the slightest bit worried for him, but I tried to fight it.
He was right. I did want to run back to him, so badly. All I wanted was to just hug him, I missed his smell; the smell of tobacco and hard whiskey, with a dash of cheap cologne.
I'd never admit it, though. I couldn't. My pride grew too strong.

It was early in the morning. Tuesday, the 19th of the month. I was staying the night with Soda, and hanging out with the gang.
"Well, why don't you try and call him? Maybe he'll answer." Soda suggested, leaning back on his bed, his hands acting as a pillow. I took a long second to think of what I'd respond. I did really want to do what Soda said, but I knew it would just hurt me in the end.
"Soda, you know I can't. I love him to death, but he just causes me so much pain. I mean, is love really worth it. Is his love really worth it?" Soda only shrugged. I guess I was hoping he would say something wise, something smart; like he always did.
"Well, I guess you gotta start listening to this...instead of this." He pointed to my chest, before pointing to my head. I smiled, nodding.
"Thanks Sodapop. You're the best." I hugged him, walking to the phone that sat near Darry's couch. I picked it up, dialing Dally's number. It rang for a few seconds before someone answered, but it wasn't Dallas.
"Hello? Dallas?"
"This is deputy Lothian." I widened my eyes, feeling my stomach drop to my ankles.
"D-deputy...? Sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number..."
"No, I believe you've called a Dallas Winston? He is currently under arrest for the murder of Bob Sheldon. Since you've called, I'd like you to come into the station for questioning. If it's alright with you, I would also like to have Dallas in the same room." I turned around, seeing Soda behind me. I had a horrified look on my face, as one would in this situation.
"I...I suppose that would be fine. When should I come?"
"As soon as possible."

I hung up the phone, covering my mouth with my shaking hands.
"What's the matter sis? You're scaring me." Soda looked concerned, he held my shoulders.
"Can you drive me to the police station? I'll explain on our way there."

When we arrived at the police station, I could already see the amount of police officers, huddled around eachother. I shut the truck door, opening the door to the entrance of the police station.
"Hello. Are you Jennison Walker?"