𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Twenty-two

DECEMBER 12, 1966

THE DAY THAT DALLAS AND FELICITY HAD BEEN WAITING FOR HAD ARRIVED, Felicity was officially getting released from the hospital. Dallas made himself in charge of packing her things.

Dallas had to deal with walking to and from the hospital after crashing Buck's car. Buck wasn't happy about it but he was relieved to know that Felicity and Dallas didn't die in his car. However, it meant years of Dallas having to pay Buck for the car. It was an added fee to his rent now.

Felicity switched through the channels as Dallas was stuffing a plastic bag with jello cups that Felicity wanted to take home. The other belongings in the bag were her stained clothes, Felicity did not even acknowledge it but Dallas was pained by it.

"My mom really doesn't know me enough to understand what I mean by get me clothes from my room so I have something to wear for when I leave." Felicity snickered, making fun of the joggers and t-shirt with a lion printed on the front.

"Relax, I ain't taking you anywhere special." Dallas said, "I'm wheeling you around."

"Not, cool." She grumbled.

"Oh you know I am." Dallas chuckled.

The bag of hers was packed and ready. Felicity spent her last minute on her hospital bed, it would be the first time off of the bed since she had gone to use the restroom with the help of the staff.

"Come on you." Dallas points at Felicity who had just turned off the television.

He picks her up bridal style, they both didn't feel comfortable with the idea of them looking like they had gotten married. Felicity was placed onto the wheelchair by Dallas, then dropping her belongings onto her lap.

Dallas and Felicity spent ten minutes just running around in the hospital with her wheelchair, playing bumper cars with the walls to racing other patients, until it was time for them to officially leave the building. With no vehicle for them to drive in, they had a long day ahead of them.

"Dally, can't we just take the bus? It's long walk to home." She complained.

"Listen, I've been walking back and forth from Buck's to here and you don't hear me complaining." Dallas argued. "And besides, you're not the one walking."

"Yeah but I don't want you getting tired, you know." Felicity tilted her head up to face him.

"Baby, don't care so much, alright?" He said.

It was an hour of walking for Dallas, would've been 45 minutes of walking if it weren't for Felicity's wheels getting caught in the broken pavements of the streets they passed through.

They eventually made it to Felicity's actual home instead of Buck's. They could see the busted Ford truck that had the bumper hanging, something that Felicity noticed as Dallas was trying to hurry her up the steps to her porch.

She whipped her head around to look at it again.

"Hold on, why's my truck all busted up?"

Dallas sighed, "Let's get you inside."

"No Dally, I want to know why my truck is like that?" She insisted.

He unlocks the door for them with the key Felicity recently handed to him. Felicity was wheeled in with her concerns still weighing her down, Dallas shuts the door which shuts out the physical image of the truck.

"You're hiding something." Felicity bluffed.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dallas responded to her, his face showed how tired he was getting.

"You're rushing me in the house, shutting the door on my questions, you are hiding something from me." She listed, crossing her arms to express her determination.

"I ain't hiding shit from you." He lied.

Dallas attempts to pick her up from her chair and put her on the couch but was met with a hard shove that almost sent him backwards.

"Now why the fuck did you do that for?!"

"You're not touching me until you tell me what's going on." She said.

He couldn't bare hiding the secret anymore, the secret of Billy almost killing Felicity.

"Dally."

"Your dad was the one who hit you." He admitted.

Felicity stared at Dallas with blank emotions that were hidden behind a load full of disgust, disappointment, sadness, and anger. Her head was already spinning up like crazy. It hurt her that Dallas had to hide this from her but it even hurt more that she was almost killed by her own father.

"Felicity, say something."

"Bring me to my bed." She said in a low whisper.

"But-"

"Dallas, just bring me to my bed."

He knew she was mad now, she had used his full name.

Dallas picks her up from her chair, carrying her to the bed that was neatly made for her. Felicity was placed onto the bed but shuffled to her side, her back facing Dallas and her eyes parallel to the wall.

He tries to sit next to her but was stopped.

"I want to be left alone, please?"

"Felicity, I can't leave you."

"Yeah but you can lie to me." Felicity taunted.

Dallas got up, "Fine, don't ask for my help then."

She didn't say anything.

"See if I care, huh?"

He storms out of her bedroom, slamming her bedroom door.

Both of them were hurting, Felicity's tears slipped from the cracks of her eyes, Dallas regretted everything he had done. It was just that the universe couldn't put two together to suffer at the same time.

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