She's Back... (Dally / Dallas x reader)

Chapter 6- A Dead Woman in The Window

A TW for shit I'm too lazy to write🥲

Yn's POV:

I stare at the boys, Ponyboy, Darry, Sodapop, and uhh Stephen? Seth? Eh I don't know but I know I know him.

I stare, they stare, and no one is talking. "Why are y'all looking like you guys just saw a ghost?" Two-bit hauls a laugh behind me. I look between the awkwardly, never thought I'd end back at square 1.

"Well uhh, this is Johnny," Dallas clears his throat and point to a young boy with a scar on his face. "That's Pony- " "Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry." I say quietly staring at then all still. "How the hell you'd know that?" Dally asks, sounding almost offended. "Why don't you ask Sodapop." I grin, flashing my snow-white teeth at Dally, my grin that gets me whatever I want, whoever I want, whenever I want.

Dally looks at Sodapop then quickly back at me. "Do y'all know her?" Dally ask skeptically. "Hell do we know her, she used to live right next door." Sodapop said like he was in a trance. "You did?" Dally said quickly. I nod slowly. "You could say that." I shrugged. "Hell does that mean?" Dally asks. "I never really was in my house so really... I didn't live there." I said slowly.

"Wait you lived in the house where that crazy lady killed herself?" Two-bit butted in from behind. My eyes widened and I turned around grabbing Two-bit. "What," I barely made out. "Y-yeah some crazy woman in that house," he pointed to the left, through the wall. "she hung herself in front of her window." Two-bit said scared. I let go of him harshly, he stumbled back. I didn't know what to do where to look.

"It's true." Sodapop said from behind. "She even stopped here, she asked if we wanted anything of yours." Sodapop said after a few moments of silence. I turned around. "What happened?" I asked. Sodapop looked between Darry and Ponyboy, none of them saying anything.

"Tell me." I said harshly and demanding. I needed to know what happened to the bitch.

"She came over" "When?!" I interrupted Ponyboy, who started to tell the story. "It was a year after the year you left... she came over and asked if we wanted any of your-" "shit, she said, "do y'all boys want any of Y/n's shit. I can't stand seeing her shit rot away in her room." Sodapop said. I started at him a moment. "Then she hung herself the next day." Darry said quietly. I shook my head almost laughing. "Fucking bitch." I scoffed.

"Did you take anything of mine?" I asked. Sodapop nodded. "I took some of your flannels." he said, and I thought about all the flannels I had, how many of them were Charlie's, how many of them had beer stains or cigarettes burn holes. "I took some of your untouched books." Darry said, which made me laugh because I didn't even know I owned any books. I looked over to Ponyboy and he hesitated. "I took a picture of you, your mother, and father." Ponyboy said quietly, my eyes widened.

"You're related to that crazy hoe?" Dally asked breaking the conversation . I looked up to him, cocking an eyebrow. "She was kinda coo-coo if you know what I mean." Two-bit said from behind again. I assumed he meant drugs, as she already did them. Dally grinned. "Well this got interesting." I nodded. I still had so many questions. Why did Ponyboy keep my picture? Who lives in my house now? What did people think happened to me? And my biggest one...

"I have to go somewhere." I say turning around abruptly to the door. Dally grabbed my wrist lightly. "Let me come with you Dolly, don't want you getting in any-" "I got it." I said. Looking past Dallas, I saw Sodapop, he has a worried expression, he already figured out where I was going.

The sky was dim and it was misty out, reminding me of the night I walked there, so foolish. I walked alone, I walked aloof, didn't even think of what could happen to me.

I get to the tan house. I stand there, I see his car, everything looks the exact same- then I knock.
I wait, and wait- then he opens the door.

His green eyes adjust to the change of brightness from his house to outside. He looks at my face a moment then the emeralds he was born with widen as he looks down at me. I stare back up. Our eyes twist together, and we're both speechless. He definitely looks older, but his face is the exact same as before. From his eyes that he used to lock onto my body and seduce me, to his freckles, to his nose he rubbed on my forehand when we'd cuddle in his bed, to his lips he pressed against mine endless times and used to tell me how pretty I was.

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Charlie's pov:
My eyes widened. It's like she knew to come to me. I've missed her so much, and god how her body has matured, her breast, and her curves, you can tell she takes care of her body or shape much more than before.

I smile warmly, like how I used to. "Hey Y/n." I stare down at her tits. "This is a lovely surprise" I look over my shoulder to make sure the hoe from earlier left. "Why don't you come in." I say, her sweet eyes still stare up at me like they used to. I tried not to groan as I feel myself getting on again.

She steps in and I close the door behind us, like that night. I take the few steps so that my hard cock meets her back, I wrap my arms around her. I whisper into her soft hair, "I love you, I've missed you so much."

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Y/n's pov:
I grind my teeth. He knows how to piss off a broad. Even with that lavender in the air.

My fists clench below me as his breath seeps into my hair. He whispered some more nonsense and I throw my fist up, hearing an unsettling crack in his jaw. I turn around as he winced and took a few steps back, holing his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut. "The fuck?!" He yelled loudly. His eyes open full of fuery. "You're the one to talk? You fucking left me?! With a fucking kid by the way. Not only all that you raped me, you fucked up my life!" I yell, and I keep yelling, till he got up and hit me. "Fucking slut." He said.

"You wanted it," he said once more. My eyes don't open. "Let's try this again, and maybe we can start this over, Y/n I still love you-" "No!" I yell my eyes opening. "God you're just like your psycho mom," he says under his breath.

I pounce to him in anger but he gets me by my neck, and for the first time sense that night.. I struggle. My breath gets lost and my eyes flutter, then I see the door open, the silhouette of four boys in front and three in back.