𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Eighteen.

DECEMBER 1, 1966

THE DAY FELICITY TURNED 17 HAD COME. It was a day of relaxation for her, she felt comfortable in the bedsheets of Dallas' bed, how he arm rested on top of her waist while her mind played nice dreams. She was years into the future where she was sat on her big porch that wrapped around her house, watching her own children play in the yard and Dallas coming home from work— a bar he owned himself. They shared a kiss before Dallas walks away to play with their children, running around. The dream life of Felicity's.

The dream faded away when she feels someone gently shake her awake. She sadly opened her eyes to see Dallas in front of her. It broke her heart that she couldn't live that dream again, but it didn't mean she stopped wishing for it to come true.

Dallas hears her small groan behind the blonde streaks of hair in front of her face.

"Big day ahead of us, birthday girl." He softly spoke.

"But I just want to sleep, can't that be my gift?" Felicity implied.

"Then I guess you don't want to see what I have in mind for us tonight." Dallas repeated the exact same thing she said the day of his birthday.

"That's not going to work on me." Felicity grumbled before turning her back to him.

Dallas rolled his eyes at her ignorance, he threw the blanket off of her but it wouldn't budge. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pulled them towards him, Felicity was too tired to even fight him off.

"Come on, let's go!" Dallas demanded.

He was basically holding her up as she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, her back pressed up against Dallas who kept pushing her head forward so he could brush her hair down with the hairbrush she had brought. Dallas began working on his hair which was just him running his fingers through his hair while Felicity was cleaning her face in the sink.

Although it was her birthday, she was not motivated to do anything but stay in bed with Dallas.

Felicity returned to the bedroom to slip on a pair of jeans and a maroon knit sweater. Dallas comes in to see her hopping around the room to get her converse on, he leaned against the doorframe and watched her struggle. She finally gets it on but glared at him for doing nothing.

They leave the empty bar, Buck was asleep in his room. Dallas took the advantage of taking Buck's car again despite it being a daily occurrence for Dallas. Buck had given up on telling Dallas to stay away from his car, now he only cared how it came back.

"Dally, so where is this big day?" Felicity imitated his words.

"Downtown, baby." Dallas nodded proudly.

The cold winter air never made them stop from walking up and down the concrete of downtown Tulsa. Felicity would come in and out of stores with nothing but just wanted to view the items inside.

When sunset hit, Dallas brought Felicity into a bar that was owned by a friend of Buck's, who also knew Dallas from his time to time visits. Felicity was in no mood to drink at all but stayed for Dallas who helped himself to a pint.

His breathe had a hint of beer and cigarettes from the cigarette he shared with Felicity, a came, light. Her taste in brands began to rub off on Dallas as he knew that his opinions wouldn't change her idea.

Felicity blew out a cloud of smoke, "Looks like I'm driving home."

"Nuh-uh, my car so my boat." Dallas declined.

"Dally, you're drunk and that also doesn't make any sense."

"I can drive blind."

"Please don't even take it into consideration."

"Baby, I'm already driving drunk, I ain't gonna put up a circus show."

Felicity laughed at his nonsense. Dallas hollered for another beer, sliding another dollar for the bartender who had already taken five other dollars from Dallas. She hated how he didn't stop the rounds from coming.

They spent up until midnight where the bartender was already kicking the two out, after Dallas' eighth beer came. Dallas clung around Felicity's shoulder while stumbling out of the bar.

She reached for his front pocket to search for the key but had her hands slapped away by Dallas.

"I'm driving," he slurred, "you trying to get me in bed, huh?"

"Yes Dally, you're drunk." Felicity snapped. "You spent my entire birthday getting drunk, and you know how I feel when you drink."

"Just get in the car." Dallas ordered.

"No, give me the keys."

"No."

"Give it to me."

"No."

"Give it."

"Fine," Dallas grunted, "since you want it so bad."

The keys were thrown over her shoulder.

Felicity picks the keys up off the ground as Dallas goes over to the passenger seat and puts on his seatbelt, it offended her a little that he didn't believe in her driving skills. She catches a glimpse of his sweaty body slumped in his seat, his head leaned against the window while he mumbled something. She shook her head and started the car.

The drive was long for her liking but that's what she gets for letting a future drunk take her out. However, the night wouldn't go well for the both of them.

"Dally, you know how I hate when people are drunk yet you do the same thing." Felicity complained on a left turn.

He was sober enough to defend himself, "You can't let loose, can't you?"

"It's not about letting loose, it's about the consequences after a drink." She argued.

"I'm just trying to have a good time with you and you're putting this all on me." Dallas scoffed.

"You can have a good time without the alcohol."

They make it onto an intersection but their conversation does not stop.

"My head hurts too much for this fucking useless conversation." Dallas groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"That's what you get when you decide to get drunk!"

"Oh would you stop being a pain in my-" Dallas looked over at her then at the car dashing to her side, "Felicity, look out!"

Her reaction delayed and was only looking into the high beams of the Ford Truck crashing into them.

Dallas' arm goes in to grab Felicity but it wasn't going to take her away from the impact. The speed of the truck was fast enough to make the T-bird take a tumble into the grass area of the intersection. During the tumble, the truck immediately drives away from Dallas and Felicity, leaving them abandoned.

Everything of the car was wracked, the doors were crushed in and the front was totaled.

The car had stopped but Dallas noticed Felicity who knocked out on the wheel, the blood gushing out from her forehead painted the beige leather wheel.

"Felicity," Dallas called out, "Felicity?!"

She was unresponsive to his call, making him even more worried.

He took off his seatbelt and moved over to her, "Felicity, you gotta wake up, man."

"Come on, just wake up!" He cried desperately, "Wake up god damn it!"

Felicity could not move, her legs were trapped and she had the lights knocked out of her. He couldn't be the one to blame, it wasn't his fault.

It wasn't.

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