We Still Made It Together// Dallas Winston

Chapter 24

Bambi's P.O.V

I went back into Soda's room, digging through a random bag I probably left here and I found a dress. It wasn't really a good one but it was good enough. I found multiple pairs of heels. I didn't even want to know why a house of guys had heels but I wasn't complaining. I was deciding against the black or red heels because they were both hot but I decided to grab the red ones.

I chose the chunkier ones because I didn't want to have to go to the hospital again and I sprayed some of my perfume I had left. I brushed my hair but it still looked pretty good and I grabbed some makeup from my purse, fixing my makeup before

I walked out and everybody's jaw dropped and Keith just looked mad.

"And where do you think you're going?" Keith asked, getting up and grabbing my arm, not firm enough to hurt me but still a tight grip.

"Out." I mumbled, pulling my arm away from him and walking towards the door.

"Bambi I swear-" Keith started.

"You swear what? I've gone over 5 years without you and I don't need you babying me around now." I exclaimed, resting my hand on the door knob. He just looked at me, nodding.

"Fine. Go." He spat, sitting back down and watching Mickey. I rolled my eyes, opening the door, hugging Dally's jacket tighter to me as the night air was cold.

It was already getting dark and I saw one of the people who light the street lights walking around. There were automatic street lights now but since we were on Greaser territory we never could get them, nor afford them.

I walked past him quickly, not wanting to have contact with anybody, at least not someone on the street. I listened to my heels click on the sidewalk, mainly to make sure I only heard my shoes and nobody else's.

The night was pretty quiet surprisingly, that was until I was a block away from Bucks and I could hear the music already. I wouldn't be surprised if it shook the whole bar once I got there.

I heard footsteps behind me but I picked up my pace, seeing Bucks and I skipped up the steps, walking into the bar and going deeper in the crowd, slightly pushing people so I could get to the bar.

"Whatcha doin here?" Buck asked as I sat at the bar.

"You're having one of your huge parties. When have I ever missed one?" I smiled.

"The past 5+ years you haven't been here." He smiled, pouring a shot and sliding it to me.

"That doesn't count." I said, quickly shooting down the shot. He just laughed, shaking his head as I grabbed a beer, walking off through the crowd.

I wasn't a lightweight but from whatever drugs they had me on earlier I still felt a little out of it from them. I danced around, trying not to spill my beer and I felt 2 hands grab my waist.

Out of instinct I elbowed them and heard a groan. When I turned around I saw Dallas and laughed, taking another sip of my beer.

"Idiot." I snickered. He rolled his eyes, taking the beer and finishing the last of it. I swatted his arm, frowning as he finished my beer.

"Now go get me a new one." I said, looking at the empty beer glass.

"You just want a beer?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Just get me something strong if I have to deal with you." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

He snickered, nodding as he disappeared into the crowd. I didn't feel like dancing anymore as it felt like everyones eyes were on me. I looked around and saw nobody looking but it still felt weird.

Anxiety attack.

I took some deep breaths, I wasn't going to let myself cry, especially not at this huge party. I don't know why all of a sudden my anxiety had to start creeping back, I thought I got rid of it.

When Dallas got back with a drink I didn't even listen to what he was saying, I quickly chugged down the drink, feeling it burn the back of my throat.

"Ok doll, great way to get drunk fast." He laughed.

"Huh?" I asked, handing the glass back to him.

"That was a really strong drink. I just told you that. Are you okay?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Dallas, my mom, and my dad are the only ones who know about my anxiety attacks. I used to get them all the time before my dad took me to New York. I went a year before noticing that my dad would continue to beat me and people wouldn't give a hang so I just stopped caring as well.

I never showed any emotion since then but Dally knew that side of me and I knew the side of him that was soft and innocent.

We used to run around the streets, talking about how our dads would beat us and one day we were tired of it. I remember I was balling in his arms as he just held me and tried to comfort me.

He was so fed up. Fed up with my dad, fed up with his dad, and fed up with people, so was I.

"We gotta be tough, Bambi." He said to me, gently putting his hand under my chin, moving my face up to look at him.

"We can't let people affect us as much as they do anymore. You can always talk to me though. I won't judge ya." He told me. I remember looking into his eyes and it was like something switched. I could still see a caring side but everything else was just a cold look. I knew he wasn't going to be the Dallas Winston I knew.. And he never was the same since that day.

I listened to him though. I never let anyone in and when my dad beat me I didn't let myself cry, I didn't even cry to Dallas anymore, either way he was too busy partying and sleeping with random people.

I felt alone. I still had anxiety attacks to myself but one day I stopped myself. When I felt an anxiety attack coming I left the house and went to find Dally at a party. That's when I stopped living, I was simply just there.

I showed no emotion, sometimes I would act like I was having fun but I was just numb. The alcohol and meaningless sex helped me stay numb. I knew I pretty much ended my life, there was no good worth to life anymore.

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