˙˚∘⊹🦋⊹∘˚˙ Butterfly in the Moonlight

- CHAPTER 9 -

Dallas and Rylee walked down the street. Dallas had a lit cigarette hanging out his mouth while Rylee had her hands in her skirt pockets. Her hair blew back in a large gust of wind, causing her to panic because she tried to make it look good. Dallas laughter was loud, almost everyone on the street turned to look at the duo.

"You look stupid-" Dallas cackled out as he tried to fix Rylee's hair.

"Fuck you!-" She gasped out as she quickly patted down her hair. "Fuck you-"

Dallas and Rylee cackled their way to the school. Dallas had left her at the school doors. Her smile disappeared from her face.

Rylee entered the school, her heels clicking with every step she took. Her hands folded neatly in front of her as she walked into the band room. Nabi was already waiting for her, "Rylee!" She laughed out as she ran and hugged Rylee, her flute tightly clenched her hand as she hugged Rylee, nearly squeezing Rylee to death.

Rylee squeaked at the pain surging through her back, but she quickly hugged Nabi back. "Nice to see you too Nabi-" She gasped out in pain.

"Oh!- I'm sorry Rylee! I didn't really realize I was squeezing you to death." Nabi apologized quickly, Rylee laughing and heading to her band locker. "Say, you seem in a better mood than at school."

"Because one of my.." Rylee thought herself. "One of my close friends, besides you, walked me down here. He was making fun of me for my hair. It was..fun." Rylee finally admitted.

Nabi squealed in delight. "Rylee! You're finally showing other emotions besides anger!! I'm so proud."

Rylee smiled to Nabi. Maybe she would actually be able to be herself more.
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It was after her concert.

Rylee finally decided to talk to Dallas about that deal.

She walked her way to the Drive-In, seeing that none of the boys were there. Rylee bit her cheek as she looked around. Where were they?

Rylee walked around the city, soon deciding to finally just go to Dallas's..or well, more like a place he lives at but not really his house. Rylee walked up to the place, hearing a party. She gave a sour look as she walked in, some Socs and Greasers stared at her with disgust at the outfit she was wearing.

Rylee managed to skim through the crowd to see Dallas and some chick drinking together at the small bar. Rylee tapped Dallas's shoulder, which made him nearly jump out of his skin.

"Rylee-" He gasped out with a panicked look, "What's up kiddo?"

"I want to talk about the deal. Upstairs." Rylee responded with a deadpan stare.

Dallas quickly excused himself from the lady, and brought Rylee upstairs to his room. He sits Rylee down onto his messy bed, even with her grimace.

"Okay, have you truly thought about this Rylee?" Dallas questioned. "I mean, you never wanted me to bring it up and suddenly you bring it up out of nowhere?"

Rylee grimaced, soon standing up and grabbing a tissue from a tissue box and wiping off the makeup. She had put it on before Dallas had gotten to her house earlier. Then she pulled up her shirt, just below her bra line, to reveal some bruises left from Randy and Bob the day before.

Dallas gave a sour look at her bruised and beaten body. "I understand now. Was it Bob?"

Rylee nodded. "Yeah.." Rylee held in the tears from her eyes. Mentally she wanted to scream, in reality she could, since the music was so loud that no one could hear themselves think.

Her eyes watered at Dallas carefully pulls her into a hug. "Let me go to the other room and get you the stuff, alright? Then you'll tell me where you're going and whatever."

"Yeah..yeah that's fine with me." Rylee replied as Dallas let go of her. Soon he brushed her hair out of her face and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Rylee sat down onto his messy bed again. Staring at her heels, tilting them to the side, back and forth, back and forth over and over again. She could feel the music pulsing underneath her.

Rylee couldn't understand how some people loved parties, it was always too loud..even though she was in band and choir. That was a normal loud, not a overly annoying loud.

Dallas came into the room. Holding the gun tightly in his hand and the ammo in the other. He sets the Scarce Walther TP Pistol along with its ammo onto the desk beside him.

"Rylee, why are you asking now? Why didn't you ask earlier?" Dallas questioned, Rylee looked up from messing with her shoes.

"We were in public, I knew you would be at some sort of party and I was going ask you here, and well here we are." Rylee chuckled nervously. "That's why, so it's more secure and secretive."

"Does anyone else know about this, Rylee?" Dallas again questioned. "And where are you going to go after this? Your house?"

Rylee shook her head no. "No, no one else knows about this besides you and I. And I'm going home, maybe going to the Lot to see if Ponyboy and Johnny are there."

Dallas nodded, soon standing up and grabbing the weapon. "Go out the back door. Wouldn't want anyone to feel the gun in your skirt pocket."

Rylee nodded. "Yeah. I would rather not get arrested." She joked with a laugh.

Dallas handed her the pistol. "You know how to shoot Ringer?" He teased with a chuckle.

"Why do you think my name is Ringer?" Rylee teased back as she put the gun that was unloaded into her pocket. Dallas handed her the ammo. "Where can I get more ammo, if needed?"

"From me, I don't want anyone knowing you have a gun."

"Understood."
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Dallas had lead Rylee to the back door, smiling at her before heading back to the party.

Rylee walked back to the street, hiding in more shadowy areas. The gun was still in her pocket. Her hand was clenched around the damn thing.

Rylee's house was halfway between Soc territory and Greaser territory, meaning she had a decent view of the playground.

She froze once she looked over at the playground.

The sound of her heels clicked against the cement as she bolted.