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Two Months After Dallas Winston Died
It had been two months since Dallas Winston died, I was still in denial but, I was doing better. But not good. I went outside for once in a while, I didn't cry all the time for once.
One day, I decided to go on a walk to clear my mind, I wondered what other people did to clear their mind. I would always just go on walks, it was nice and calm, at least when no people were around.
It was about 17:30, so there shouldn't be too many people around. I stepped out of my apartment and the cold wind hit me softly. I took a deep breath in and started walking.
I walked for about five minutes until I recognized a place, it was a place close to a
supermarket where I used to go to, a place where a lot had happened, a place where I saw Dallas Winston pointing a gun at a kid.
I sure remember well what happened that night, I really do. But I wish I didn't.
When I saw Dallas pointing a gun at the kid, I didn't hesitate one moment. "Dallas what the hell, put that down now!" I said while running towards him. His eyes hit mine like a bullet, I stopped running. "Why should I huh?" He said, he was drunk. "Dallas just don't- don't shoot okay?" I stuttered. I was frightened, I didn't want him to kill that poor kid. Dallas let out a loud long laugh, I just looked at him confused. "Ya really think this thing is loaded?" I felt anger rising up in me. "Oh Dallas what the hell is your problem?" He sat down on the concrete and threw the gun on the floor. The kid had ran away at this point, without a thank you, nothing. I walked closer to Dallas.
"What's yours?" He said slowly looking up at me. "What?" I asked confused and annoyed. "What's your problem huh?" I was so annoyed by him, I mean yes he was drunk but still. I slowly sat down next to him, he didn't do anything, he just looked down at the dirty cold floor. I could smell the alcohol from him, it almost made me gag. Yes I worked at a bar but this smell was just the worst.
"How much have you been drinking Dallas?" I asked slowly. "Why do you care" he mumbled out. I didn't know how to answer that question myself, why did I care? Why did I care about Dallas Winston so much? "I- I don't know" I stuttered, my eyes went from his face to the ground.
There was silence, but not like the awkward silence, it was a calm and soft silence. The cold breezy wind flowed through my hair.
"You know you really messed me up Dallas"
There was no response, his face was numb.
I looked back at the ground
I could feel his eyes on me.
"Show me your face Donna" he said with a softness in his voice.
I turned my head and looked in his eyes, his eyes had no anger, no hurt, nothing. I could get lost in his eyes. Dallas looked at my face for a few seconds with no expression on his. I could feel his breath, I moved closer to him slowly. He didn't move, he was just looking into my eyes, and I was looking into his.
After a few seconds, I moved closer and closer to him, it wasn't a decision that I made, I just did it automatically, my thoughts were gone, the thoughts that I was dealing with for a whole month, were finally silent.
"Donna don't" he said.
"But why?" I asked.
"Just don't alright." He said with a more straight forward voice, he moved his eyes away from mine and just looked at the cold ground again. "Dallas listen if you do-" he cut me off, "DONNA YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled with fury and anger in his voice. I felt anger rise up to me again, why did he have to be like this, why? "WELL YOU DONT UNDERSTAND EITHER DO YOU!?" I yelled back.
Dallas eyes hit me again, this time there was anger in his. "DONT YOU YELL AT ME BITCH!" He stood up as he yelled. I stood up and yelled, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT DALLAS WINSTON, WHETHER YOU LOVE IT OR HATE IT IM NOT GONNA STAY AWAY FROM YOU!" Tears began to form in my eyes as I yelled that.
There was silence, almost like he couldn't believe what I just said.
After a few seconds of endless silence of him and I just looking at each other he put his hands on my cheeks and threw his face closer to mine, all of it happened so fast but I remember every millisecond of it.
His lips touched mine, again. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. I kissed him back, he pushed me against the alleyway wall and was breathing heavily. I grabbed the collar of his white t shirt and pulled him closer to me. I needed air so I pulled away from the kiss, he started kissing my neck aggressively, believe it or not, he was good, he really was.
"Dallas I-" I said, he looked into my eyes while he slowly pulled away from my neck. "What?" He asked. "Listen just please, please don't leave me again." I said while my voice was shaking and I felt tears form in my eyes again. He just looked at me, with those eyes.
"Why are you so desperate for me Donna? I'll only hurt you." He said. "No, no you won't Dallas, you won't."
And at that moment at that time, I should've listened to him. Because if I did, then I wouldn't hate Dallas Winston now.
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