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s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ ᴛ s
you walk down the streets, trying to get home. your eyes were swelling with tears, hurt by dallas
"sylvia must be right!" your brain was repeating the thought
as you looked around, you found yourself in an alleyway. from a couple blocks you can see the big sign for the motel
you walked down the alley, seeing a group of boys on the side. they were giving imitating looks, you looked down
"hey gal!" one of them called, approaching you
you stayed quiet, your pulled down your skirt
"don't pull that down!" the other one called
you tried to move but the two boys blocked your way, "c-can you please move?"
"not until i see that in my bedroom" the other snickered
the boys joked and laugh, one of them came closer to you. "these look expensive." he played your gold hoops, just like how dally did
you couldn't handle it and pushed the boy away. his eyes soon turned furious
the strong scent of liquor lingered, they were drunk
"hey! why did you push me off like that!"be crossed his arms
you dumbfounded just tried to look away. the boy moved his hands down to your waist, you gulped
"hey!" someone called from away, it was familiar enough, "fuck off"
dally looked directly at the group of guys that were around you
"this your little boyfriend?" he laughed. "what's a greaser doing with a soc?"
"i said fuck off" dally's voice arose, he came closer and pulled you aside
"you wanna pick up a fight?" the boy grabbed a bottle from his friend, holding it close to dallas chin
dally just laughed. "buddy i would stop right—"
one of the boys punched dally, knocking him down to ground. dally got up and grabbed one the boys throwing him down
dally threw a punch, his knuckles were sinking in pain. the boy who touched you grabbed dally by his collar, pushing him against the wall near you
blood ran down dallas cheek, he went down to his pocket and grabbed the heater he kept
"i'll fucking shoot you!" dally pointed it strong and steady, his hands were on the trigger
the boy gulped, he just stood there and knew his life could end right here. he begun to run away, far away
dally sighed, hurt and bruised he took your hand. he walked you back to the motel your eyes were on the verge of tears
m o t e l
in the room, dally sat on the bed. his body was aching from the fight but couldn't remain silent
"i'm sorry" he shouted. "i'm sorry what that bitch sylvia said..."
"oh dallas" you cried, wiping the tears. "i'm sorry"
you approached him, tracing your fingers around his bruise lips and cuts
"you're bleeding..." you rubbed the blood off his lip. "is there anywhere else your hurt?"
"he pushed me into that wall pretty hard" dally rubbed his arm, he took off his jacket and his white t-shirt stained a reddish colour
"oh my god!" you shouted, "dally you're hurt so badly, take your shirt off"
dally without hesitation took his shirt off, revealing his upper body. his arm was bruised and throbbing. a huge scratch was visible, bleeding
you quickly ran to the bathroom, grabbing the towels that were on the shelf. you grabbed the toil paper roll from a cabinet. coming out, you looked through your bag, finding a small bottle of rubbing alcohol
"i always keep something like this just extra case" you put some of the alcohol onto a towel. you rubbed some of the smear blood on his arm. "tell me me if it stings"
you rubbed it on his arm, dally first flinched but then stayed still
"i'm still mad about that guy was doing to you" dally scoffed, looking away from you
"dally..." your eyes were sorrow. "its my fault for walking out and getting you in this mess"
you took some of the toilet paper and wrapped it around his arm
"we don't have any bandages" you sighed. "this will have to do for now"
"thanks y/n" he just smiled
"it's so dumb how i believed her" you sobbed. "dally it's my fault you're all bruised u—"
dallas instantly locked lips with you, cupping your jaw to bring you closer
laying back on the bed, dally caressed your hair. you lavished him with kisses, kissing him many times
his lips, somewhat wounded, withdrew from yours, "please baby, never feel sorry"
dally wiped the tears you shedded, embracing you with a hug
"tomorrow you'll be back to those boys who care for you so much" you spoke, his grip tightened
