•over time• {Dallas Winston}

Secrets

"Did you get the beer?"

My heart dropped.

"I can run and g-"

"I told you to get the beer before!" He reeked of booze and is obviously drunk.

"Fine if you don't want it so badly!" I started walking to my room but got dragged back by my hair. He turned me around and before I could react he slapped me, hard. I put my hand on the red spot on my face. We broke out into a bad fight..we threw punches and I think I broke his nose.

After he stopped hitting me I walked out of the house. I didn't have any jacket on or coat of any sort, so I was freezing. I stormed off down the sidewalk, heading my dad curse from inside.

I didn't know why but I started crying. I'm used to this kinda stuff, why am I crying now? My tears caught some on the blood on my face and got into one of my cuts, it burned. I started crying harder now.

"Is that you doll?"

I knew that voice, I loved that voice.

"Dal'..?" I looked up, still sobbing.

"Holy shit what happened..?" He ran up to me.

"It's nothing.."

"No Naomi..it's not nothing! Tell me what the hell happened to you!"

"I'm fine! I fine Dallas!"

"Why are you so secretive?! You won't tell me what happened to your dad, you won't tell me what happened to you, hell I don't even know your damn favorite color!" Tears fell from my eyes and I went silent at the mention of my father. I stared at him for a second, his angry expression turned to one of regret and sadness.

"Naomi..I'm sorry-" I turned away from him and started running away crying. He yelled after me, but I didn't stop.

I ran to the nearest place I could find. A local diner. I've been here a couple times and I made a friend, her name Denise and she's around 20 years old.

I walked in and Denise was cleaning a table, she seemed to be the only one here. I forgot how late at night it was.

"Oh Naomi..are you alright?" I nodded. She sat me down at a booth and I told her I just got into and fight with a Soc. She gave me a glass of water and continued cleaning tables. Minutes later I fell asleep...

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I woke up in the same booth, thankfully. I got some weird stares from strangers but I didn't care that much. My back hurt like a bitch as I sat up. I groaned and Denise walked over and sat next to me.

"So, how did you sleep?"

We both chuckled.

"Amazing..thanks for letting me stay here.."

"No worries." She smiled and got back up to go serve tables.

I eventually left after getting a coke to go, Denise just gave it to me for free, god I love her.

The town was pretty empty, meaning it was around 7am or 8am.

I walked and thought about everything that happened last night, or this morning whatever you wanna say.

1.my stepdad beat the shit out of me.

2. Me and dally got into a fight, and he mentioned my dad.

3. I fell asleep in a literal diner.

All of my scars and bruises still hurt because they weren't treated correctly, but I've been through worse. My most painful and most deadly injuries I ever got were in a plane crash with my dad when I was 9. Luckily we both ejected safely before hitting the ground, but it was terrifying. Though I did hit the canopy pretty hard and had to go in the hospital for 1 week. My dad stayed with me the whole time, my mom on the other hand only visited once, she left to go back to work.

My dad told me that we crashed because of technical issues but the others, or his "friends" as he called them, said he was forbidden to ever bring me back to his work again and that he wasn't aloud to fly for 6 months.

I really do want to go back to his work..all I remember were a lot of planes flying everywhere and my one friend I meant..Pete. I don't know where he is now though, but he said he also wanted to fly like his old man. His dad and my dad were good friends, his dad's name was duke and my dad's name was Ethan.

"I guess we're twinning now aren't we?" A familiar voice said beside me.

"Oh hey Johnny."

"What are you doing out this early?" He asked.

"I just woke up early." I said. Liar.

"Oh."

"What about you?"

"My folks are fighting again."

"I'm sorry Johnny."

"Don't be. I'm used to it."

Johnny said. he was going to the lot, so we split ways and I headed back to my house. My dad was in the bathroom so I snuck back to my room without him seeing me. I put my billy idol record on and eventually fell asleep.

Dallas POV:

I sat on the floor of the Curtis house and drank a beer. I drank a lot after the fight me and Naomi had..so I have a massive head ache. But I drank again anyways.

I was quieter than usual and no one has seemed to notice. I turned my head and saw Johnny walk in. He waved at me and sat down next to me.

"Did you see what happened to Naomi..?" He asked quietly.

"Mmhm." I nodded. He paused and looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I need to work on my acting skills.

"Nothing.." I turned to the TV.

"Tell me." I sighed.

"Last night I saw her walking into town crying and I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't tell me..man I was just trying to help but I lashed out on her and she ran away..I don't know where she went."

Johnny nodded.

"Go talk to her."

"What?"

"Go talk to her."

"Well where is she?"

"At her house..or that where she said she was."

"You saw here?"

"Yeah I saw her in town walking out of a diner. We split ways and I went to the lot and she went to her house."

I rubbed my eyes and groaned.

"Ugh..I really fucked up man.."

Johnny patted my back and stood back up.

"Yeah..I know." He walked over to Ponyboys room and left me on the ground.

I sighed and decided to listen to Johnny, who is a 16 year old and smarter than me in all ways, and go apologize to Naomi.

Naomi POV:

I woke up to a knock on the door. I got
Up and checked the time on my way down the stairs. 7:00pm.

I walked down stairs and opened the door.

Dallas fucking Winston.