Twelve Months

Chapter Three - Eleven Months Before Dallas Winston Died

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Eleven Months Before Dallas Winston Died

It had been a month since what happened with me and Dallas at Bucks, I didn't know how to feel, but I did know the emotions that I felt. Scared and desperate for him. I know it sounds stupid, but it was true. Something happened to me that night, something that I think will never change about me.

"It's my fault", I said to my friend Andreea. Me and Andreea had been best friends since elementary school, we where unstoppable, nothing could tear us apart. Andreea was the most perfect girl I had ever seen in my life, and my opinion on that never changed since we first met. She had blond hair that went down to her shoulders, dark brown eyes and the prettiest smile. She was kind, caring and funny. She wouldn't be able to say no to anyone, not even when she wanted to say it more then ever, she just couldn't. It sure got her in trouble a lot, especially because we live in this town and because she was a greaser. But aside from that, she was perfect, at least to me.

"Donna no! It's not your fault and you know it isn't, you were just trying to help." I was pacing back and forth in my room, "yeah but if I never went to that bathroom, I wouldn't be so stuck on what to do." Andreea was noticing that I was getting more and more stressed by each second. "Donna, calm yourself down, stressing isn't gonna help and you know that." I stopped pacing back and forward and turned around to look at her. "Well you don't know what it's like, do you?" 'Shit, I shouldn't have said that' I thought to myself. Andreea just looked at me, disappointed. "I- I'm sorry I didn't mean it I just I-" she cut me off. "It's ok Donna, your right, I don't know, but all I know is that you shouldn't stress so much about it. You've been stressing all month."

"Fuck!" I yelled and kicked my bed stand. "I don't even know why I'm so stuck in my own thoughts, all I know is that, well. I need to talk to him, I have to" I said. "Wasn't that the thing he strictly told you not to do tough?" Andreea asked and let out a small laugh. "Well what is he gonna do to me? Beat me up?" I asked. Andreea paused, "yeah." I looked at her and lifted my eyebrow, "well it's better then being stuck in my own thoughts about him" I said.

I hated when I would be stuck on my own thoughts, when I was, I would do anything to stop. And getting beat up, was way less worse then being stuck on my own thoughts.

Andreea looked at the clock, "shit I gotta go". I gave her a hug and watched her as she left, there I was again, alone in my apartment, thinking about Dallas Winston.

I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss that we shared, he was just so gentle with me, it was nothing like him, what would be so different about me than the other girls he had, why was he gentle with me, but not with those others? Again I drifted away in my own thoughts.

A few hours had passed by because I fell asleep. I woke up and the clock said '22:31', I wanted to take a walk real bad because that's what I normally would do after taking a nap, but it was already late and dark outside. But alas I went outside anyway because I didn't care, maybe I would catch some action, I mean, it would be better outside instead of my boring apartment.

I walked towards a small supermarket that was near by my house. I was about to get there until I heard something in a small alleyway, and the curious person that I am, I had to go check it out.

I walked closer and closer to the alleyway, I tried to make sense of what I was seeing, I mean yeah it was dark, and yea my vision is the worst anyone's vision could ever be but I tried.

"Get the fuck outta her man." I heard a familiar voice say, the person sounded drunk and wasted, it was weird because it wasn't even past midnight yet. I looked closer and closer, and I could make sense of who it was now,

It was Dallas Winston, pointing a gun towards a frightened teenage boy.
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