𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|NINETEEN|💥

SOMETHING I'VE LEARNED about Dallas over all the years I've known him is that he is terrible in awkward situations. Growing up the way he did, he was never taught how to handle his emotions the correct way. If he was sad, he stole shit. If he was mad, he fucked somebody or broke something. No matter what he was feeling, his best way of coping had become breaking, stealing, and fucking.

But he couldn't do any of those things right now. He was forced to deal with his emotions this time. And he didn't like it one bit. "You look better...not so pale anymore," Dally tells me in an attempt to crack through the tension that had built up.

"Thanks," I mutter, picking at a hangnail on my middle finger. I didn't really know how to deal with this either. We had both said and done things we regretted and now we were stuck dealing with the aftermath.

Dally walks around the small hospital room, his eyes finding the window. He stares outside watching the traffic below and the distant sounds of all the different noises of our town. "I hate hospitals." He grumbles, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and slipping it between his lips.

I sit up, letting out a sharp hiss of pain as I do. Dally turns around to see me and he rushes over to help me. "Jesus woman, slow down." He says as I grab his arm for support.

"Help me out of this bed, will ya?" I question, wincing at the intense ache in my ribs. Dally's hold on me tightens, and slowly, he overpowers me until I give up and flop against the bed, groaning in frustration and pain.

"You've gotta take it easy, Ange. A broken rib is no joke." Dally tells me as he lights his cigarette.

I could feel myself calm slightly as the smoke made its way into my nose. Scoffing at his words, I fire back, "You've had worse than this, and you've never gone to the hospital."

"Yeah, well you're not me, so lay back." He demands, pushing me back gently by my shoulder.

I growl swatting his hand away from me and throwing the blanket off of me, holding back a noise of pain as I do. "Will you stop it!" Dally snaps his cigarette moving with each word as he picks up the thin excuse of a blanket and lays it back over me, tucking me in.

"I'm not a child, Dallas. I don't need to be tucked in. I don't need you here. Get out!" I demand, weakly pushing him away. It's been five minutes and we were already fighting.

"We wouldn't be here in the first place if you would've just listened to me and got the hell out of that damn church." Dally bites back.

"What was I supposed to do Dallas?! They were children!" I argue, my voice rising as high as I can make it without hurting myself.

"You were supposed to stay safe!" He yells, causing me to freeze in bed. I stare into Dally's pained eyes my stomach churning at his outburst. "I had to drag you out of that church half-dead, Angela. I thought you were dead." His voice is harsh as he speaks. Though I knew the bite in his words was only a cover-up. Seeing me hurt had scared him. He just wouldn't admit it.

"You didn't have to save me Dallas," I tell him. My words seemed to anger him.

He sneers pinning both my wrists beside my head as he straddles my lap. The ashes of his cigarette crumble and land on my cheek, causing me to flinch at the hotness of the flecks of burned tobacco. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had left you for dead." He retorts sharply.

I sneer, blowing his cigarette out before saying, "I'm not your concern. Go check on your girlfriend, Kathy, or have you forgotten about her?" The broad's name tasted toxic on my tongue, and I was honestly glad that Dally had chosen to be here with me rather than her. But the fact he was with another woman while being here made me furious.