𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐜 | 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 87 - Mournful

third person pov~

"Another one Buck." Dallas ordered. Buck immediately rushed to grab another bottle of beer. While waiting patiently at the bar, Dallas brushed his hand through his thick hair before face planting to the counter, hiding his teary, pleading eyes.

"Thanks." Dallas said as Buck slid him a bottle. He immediately tipped the bottle to his mouth and took a large swig of beer, the liquid burning down his throat. "Sure you're gonna be alright man?" Buck asked as Dallas downed his beer. Dallas slammed the bottle to the counter after finishing most of it. He swallowed quickly before he answered. "I'll be fine Buck." He replied. Buck sighed.

"She was one heck of a person Dal." Buck said. Dallas once again brushed his hand through his hair. "I know." He said through a sigh. "That beer should help ya though." Buck stated as he hit Dallas on the shoulder and left to tend to other customers. "Yeah..." Dallas trailed off as he traced the rim of his bottle.

He took in a deep breath as he stood up from the bar stool to begin shoving his way through the large crowd of drunk bodies. After minutes, he finally arrived to the stairs where he could go quicker.

"Dally!" Sylvia shouted for him as he was halfway up the stairs. He merely rolled his eyes as he continued to climb the steps, not looking back once to even acknowledge her. "Heard that girlfriend of yours died. Sorry to hear that." She mentioned as she began to follow him to his room. He grew more annoyed with her presence as he came to the front of his door.

"Maybe I could cheer you up, huh?" She said softly as she put her hand to his shoulder. He grew even more annoyed and angry at her touch. "We could talk a little. Maybe..." She trailed off seductively as she caressed his shoulder with her forefinger. "Fuck off Sylvia." Dallas demanded with an angry tone of voice. "But Dallas..." She said quietly as she squeezed in front of him, her back to the door. She once again put her hand to his shoulder and wiped off dust from his jacket.

"I said..." Dallas trailed off angrily. "Fuck off Sylvia!" He yelled as he quickly pushed her aside and stomped into his room, slamming the door in her face. She let out an angry sigh and crossed her arms and walked off.

Dallas walked over to his bed and sat on the edge, immediately laying his face into his cupped hands. He cried and cried, partly out of anger and partly out of dejection and despair. "Why'd she have to save those fucking kids? Why'd she have to come after me?" He asked himself as he sobbed more and more at the thought of her corpse laying still and cold in his arms. "God..." He trailed off as he looked up from his hands, his cheeks now tear stained.

He looked around the room and his eyes were placed on the old chestnut dresser that had sat in the corner of the room. He looked to the dusty top of it where the roses and teddy bear that Dallas gave to y/n had been displayed. The wilting flowers sat neatly and had been spread widely in a green tinted vase which had now collected dust. The tawny teddy bear now sat with a slouch and looked sad in the darkness of the night.

His heart dropped at the sight of it, even more memories coming back to his mind.

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Dallas walked into the room after a day of causing trouble. He looked to y/n with a smile as he saw her neatly displaying the roses and teddy bear that he had given her. He crept up behind her before she could notice him and wrapped his arms around her waist, causing her to break out in a fit of laughter.

"Ya like my presents?" He asked as he spun her around to face him. She nodded her head as she looked up to him with a wide grin. "Ya like the vase?" She asked as she gestured to the flower filled vase. "Sure y/n." He answered.

"Guess what." She said. "What?" He questioned. "Found it in your closet. Didn't even have to go out for it." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slightly chuckled as he looked to his closet then back to her. "You're real funny doll." He stated as he picked her up by her butt. She laughed as he began to kiss her and she kissed him back.

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He immediately began to weep more at the happy memories he had with her. "Fuck." He said with a whimper as he stood up from the bed. He rushed over to the flowers and teddy bear, looking at them one more time before he grabbed them and threw them in a nearby trash can, anger and despair encircling his mind.

He slammed his clamped fist against the wall as he fell slowly to the floor, bawling mournfully. He screamed loudly and painfully as his body fell completely to the floor boards. He continually slammed the back of his head against the wall and couldn't stop until he fell asleep.