𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

16

As time went on, more police officers came into the station and went over Dallas's case. I saw a few lawyers, probably for Bob.
Even if I hated Bob and the Soc's, I never wished for them to die, or get murdered at that. I felt aloof, distant from the reality I lived in. I was hoping that maybe I was just in a really bad dream, and that Dallas wasn't a killer. A dream where Dallas still loved me. One where he wasn't destined to sit in that electric chair one day, and be shocked to death. One where maybe even we weren't greasers, and there were no Soc's. A dream where everyone was happy, whether that meant they liked eachother or not.
I knew Bob. From school. He always seemed to have such a huge hatred for his life, even if there was nothing wrong with it. His parents never let him understand the word "no". It was always, "yes". I guess to some people, they'd rather be told no, than have everything they ever wanted.
I pitied him. It was a struggle to see him so angry, furious, just flat out pissed all the damn time. It was sad that he took it out on everyone. It was sad that he had to drink his problems away, and everyone criticized him for it.
"Jenn? Dallas wants to talk to ya', says it's urgent." I looked up to Soda, he looked real tired. I sighed before standing up and walking to the same padded room from before, the lights started to flicker a bit.
"Jenn...Jenn look. I know I fucked up, and I know this is more than you thought I was capable of. Jenn, you gotta help me. They gonna kill me, put me on the death penalty. You gotta help me man!" I bit my lip, opening my eyes wide.

"Dallas, why do I always have to save you? Huh?! It's always, "what did Dallas do this time?" Or, "what's his bail this time?". How come this is all I'm good for? Is it because you know I love you? You know I need you around? Dammit, do you even know what love is?! Do you know why I sacrifice everything I love, for you?!" He sat confused, his eyes said it all.
"I've sacrificed everything for you! I don't go to school no more, I've lost all hope of ever getting a job, I can't never go back home, and worst of all," I started screaming, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face.
"I can't ever love anyone as much as I love you! This is the price I pay, Dallas. But what do I get in return? Nothin'. Not a single thing is given back! It's bullshit!"
"Jenn, you knew what you signed up for!"
"I knew, and I followed through. But never once did it cross my mind that you would be begging me to save you from a fucking murder! You killed somebody! You're a fucking murderer! What does it take for you to understand that?!" My voice collapsed, and I shut down completely. I sobbed loudly, exiting the room as I finished my last few words to Dallas.

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5 months went by, and multiple calls from the prison came through to me. I ignored them.
Until one final day, I finally answered it. It was Dallas.
"Jenn?" I stayed quiet, but decided to respond.
"What?"
"Jenn, this is my last day. They want you to come to the prison, specifically to watch my penalty." I gasped lightly, shaking my head and welling up tears.
"W-what...?"

I ran out to the truck, not caring to ask anyone to drive me. I rushed to the prison, running through all of he guards and to the cells.
"Dallas?! Dallas!" I ran down the stairs, seeing him being escorted to another room.
"Wait! Wait, don't do it yet!" I ran towards Dallas, kissing him one last time. I cupped his face, his eyes were darker. I don't mean physically darker, but they had more trauma in them.
"I love you. Please, watch over us. Okay?" I smiled as my eyes became glossy. He smiled before nodding and kissing me again. The escorts dragged him to the room, letting me follow after. I sat down in the front, next to what seemed to be Bob's parents.

"Are there any last words, son?" Dallas looked at me, smiling while tears rolled down his face.
"I love you, Babydoll. I'm sorry to those I hurt." They wet a sponge before putting it on his head and strapping the cap and everything else onto him. As the clock turned 12, the electric shock turned on.

He was dead.