✰Dallas Winston x Oc✰
A rough upbringing leaves Mariana Rose hopeless and broken during her adolescent years. Even though she believes that she is completely unloveable, love may be the one thing to save her life.
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A gunshot went off.
Everyone backed away as the gun fired it's shot and then hit the floor, falling out of the shooters hand. Everyone gasped and whispered and then the whole room was dead silent, you could have heard a pin drop. The only sounds heard were the guys deep breathing from the fight that they had just been in.
Nobody would move enough for me to get a full view of who was shot, but I knew it was Dally. I knew it in my gut and in my head, from logic. Anybody that knew Dally on a level more than acquaintance would have assumed it was he that was shot. I knew Dally was the one to receive that gunshot.
Dally was one to fight fair and would never bring a gun to a fist fight, nonetheless use it. Dally believed in a fair fight, he liked to be on an equal field in that way. His opponent and him having the same tools, whether that be their bodies or knives. He found weapons to be cheats most of the time and didn't like to pull anything that the opponent hadn't pulled first. He had full confidence in his physical strength and enjoyed the ego boost that came with taking down someone with his hands rather than his blade. He used the bloody knuckles as a trophy.
I could have been wrong. The soc boy could've been bleeding out right now, his blood staining the glossy wood floor, but then Dally would've gotten up in triumph. Dally was shot, I knew it. Now I just needed to move the people out of the way so I could see him. I needed to see him, I needed to see how bad it was.
It felt as if my heart had been shot too, or at least ripped into a few hundred pieces. Even though we weren't together, and I didn't even know for certain if he was the shot one, I was still worried. I was scared. I didn't know where the boy had aimed. Right in the heart? The head? Please make him be a bad aim. Please let Dally be alive.
I hadn't realized before now that Dally could be dead on the ground right now. Maybe that's why everyone stood in silence and shock, Dally was dead and they didn't want to face the severity of the situation. They didn't want to handle the dead body and calls that they would have to make. My heart raced. Dally can't die. Not like this, not right now. I'd have to go with him if Dally died not knowing that I loved him.
My patience had withered away, I thought the people would move eventually but they just stood with wide eyes and mouths that were agape. "Excuse me." I started off with. The room was dead silent, they could hear me, but they didn't move. They stood and stared. I assumed they were frozen in shock from what they had just witnessed but I didn't care, I needed to see my boyfriend. I was overwhelmed and incredibly aggravated so I shoved the people out of the way and made it to Dally and the other boy.
