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One Month After Dallas Winston Died
"Gosh Dallas you're such a dick!" I yelled to my wall in my room, I fell to the ground and felt hot tears form in my eyes, again. All the frustration, all the pain, and for what?
It had been one month since Dallas Winston had died, and I was depressed. Didn't leave my room since. Didn't talk to anyone since. "Since what? Why was I so depressed." I thought to myself. My thoughts where overwhelming me, there wasn't a day in that month were my mind was quiet, just my voice and his, going through pain.
There were about fourteen missed phone calls that I received from the gang, they gave up after a while, because they know me, but they didn't know me well enough like Dallas Winston did, no one did.
I knew I had to head to work soon enough, but anytime I thought about heading to work at Bucks, the memories flowed trough me. I didn't want to re live my past, I would start bawling again, gosh why did I have to be like this?
I was sitting there in my room on the floor next to my bed looking at my white concrete ceiling, thinking.
The first time I met Dallas Winston, and I mean actually met him. Not met him like those rumors that you hear around town that weren't even half true. Not met him like the dick he was all those times at Bucks. So, the first time I really met Dallas, I was at the bar in the weekend working.
He was being annoying and spilled a drink on my shirt, at that time, I sure didn't like him. I told him that if he kept going, he was gonna get kicked out, but he didn't listen and just went on with his talking. At one point some Soc's came in the bar and was being a dick, everyone started screaming at him and it was complete chaos. I tried to make everyone shut up but nobody listened. Now with the stupid brain that I had, I smashed a glass on the ground to get everyone's attention, which did work pretty well. Everyone started talking normally again, but then of course Dallas had to say something, he asked me what would happen if we didn't listen to him, and guess what? I showed him what I would do. I walked towards him and gave him a punch in his face, all my anger went into that punch, and you can imagine how that would feel.
Dallas tripped a little when I punched him, but he stayed on his feet. We where inches apart, I just looked at him and he at me, no expression on our faces, but there was more anger in our eyes then ever. I was scared, I sure was, but I sure didn't show it. A few second went by, us just looking in each others eyes, the bar was silent, quiet, not a word filled the room, just my anger and his.
"You're gonna regret that" Dallas said with a calm voice. "I'll never regret any pain that I give to you Dallas Winston, never." And when I said that, at that moment, at that time, Dallas Winston changed towards me. His eyes weren't filled with anger anymore, they were filled with something else that I couldn't quite name yet. "Well excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom to clean my face up."
'What?' I thought to myself, 'that's it?' I got so confused I just stood there while he left, I just stood there, in confusion. The Dallas Winston that I knew before would kill me, but the Dallas Winston that I knew after that, would never do such thing, to me.
"Alright everyone get back to your chit chatting and partying!" I yelled so everyone would stop looking at me which was quite awkward. Something felt off, something in my gut, a feeling. I wanted to check up on Dallas, but why? Why would I want that?
I let the feeling win, whatever, who cares. I walked towards the bathroom and saw Dallas, he was looking in the mirror at himself, with again, no expression on his face whatsoever. I walked in the room slowly, he didn't notice me yet so I started with a "h- hey" in a split second he took his eyes of the mirror and onto me. I felt petrified, his eyes where filled with anger again. "You bitch!" He growled. After he said that he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall, my back felt like breaking any second at the moment. "Dallas st-" I screamed, but he interrupted. "Listen to me!" He yelled with his voice slightly shaking. I did what he said and listened, I was completely silent, scared. "You- you know what you just did?" He said looking into my eyes. I was silent, staring back at him petrified. "ANWSER ME!" He yelled, his face was so close to mine I moved my head to the side of the wall and closed my eyes. Dallas Winston was terrifying mad. He was more terrifying then getting beat up by Soc's, more terrifying then anything. "Dallas, p- please." I paused. I looked at him, turned my head at glanced my eyes right onto his eyes. "LISTEN TO ME DALLAS, IF YOURE GONNA HURT ME YOURE GONNA REGRET IT SO LET GO!" I screamed out begging him for peace.
A few seconds past, of us just looking in each other's eyes. His eyes, his blue eyes, they looked into mine.
To this day I still don't know what happend, what clicked in him, at that moment, in that time.
All of a sudden he forced his lips onto mine, at first, I wanted to pull away, but he pulled me back. He moved one of his hands of of my shoulder and onto my cheek, I felt my body calm down, I felt relieved. After a little, I kissed him back, his lips were so, soft. Nothing like him at all. So there I was, in the bathroom at Bucks, making out with Dallas Winston. He was so calm with me, nothing like the things I heard. He took his other hand of of my shoulder and slowly moved it down to my waist, he pulled my waist closer to him. I felt butterflies in my stomach, I couldn't believe what I felt. I felt joy from him. I felt joy from Dallas Winston.
A few minutes past by, but those minutes were filled with passion and joy. Out of nowhere he stopped himself, he pulled away and looked at me. I looked at him, confused.
"Dallas I-" he cut me off, "Donna, don't, don't talk about this ever again you understand? Don't talk to me ever again understand?" He said. But, why? I wondered, why? He caught me dozing off into my thoughts. "YOU UNDERSTAND!?" He yelled. "I UNDERSTAND ALRIGHT!" I yelled back in anger. And after that, after I yelled at him with anger and with fury on my face, he left.
He left me there alone in the bathroom, just standing there, still pressed against the wall.
And at that moment I knew.
I loved Dallas Winston, I loved him.
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