𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|TWENTY-NINE|💥

I COULD HEAR police sirens echoing off the empty streets. It made my twisted gut twist more and my hands gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as worry for Dally pebbles my skin. I didn't know what happened. I didn't know if those police sirens were for Dally.

But I did know that I would blink a wink of sleep until I found him. And if I didn't, I didn't know what I would do. I've lost too much. I'm only seventeen. I should be worrying about my homework, or what outfit I should wear, or anything really.

Just not this.

The road starts to blur as tears form. Again. I had been crying on and off all night. My emotions were everywhere and I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt angry. Angry that Johnny was gone. Angry at the Socs for what they did. But I also felt sorrow for the same things.

As I start to slow at a red light, someone rushes past my car so fast that I stomp the brakes and jump from my skin. As I calm my pounding heart I quickly look up at the person who was now rushing down the road.

I see the familiar lean muscular build. The chocolate locks I've run my fingers through at least a million times. The same leather jacket that I used to hate because it smelt so strongly of him, but now I loved it because it smelt so strongly of him.

"Dally," I whisper to myself. Without thinking, I jumped out of the car. Not even shutting the door or turning the engine off as I ran as fast as my legs would take me toward Dally. My hair whips behind me as it starts to downpour once again.

It seemed the faster I ran, the more I forced my legs to go faster than they could handle, and the harder the rain fell. Like my determination to get Dally was a force on its own. Fueled by my anger and despair. "Dally!" I scream as I start to gain on him. My voice is swallowed by booming thunder that rattles my teeth and shocks my nerves.

I almost stumble.

We rush into the park. The same park where Johnny killed the Soc. The place that started everything. Dally stops so abruptly that I almost fall into him.

Instead, I come to a sliding stop just a few feet in front of him. When I look up at Dally a gun is pointing directly at my head by a shaky hand. My breath catches in my throat, my gut twisting in a way I'd never felt before and my heart screaming in pain like it was being suffocated. In a way it was.

I look up from the barrel of the small handgun letting my eyes fall onto Dally's face. His lip twitched and his chin wobbled as he bared his teeth at me. The skin between his eyebrows was wrinkled and his eyes were red and puffy.

"Dally put the gun down," I mumble, slowly standing to my feet. He cocks the gun, taking a step forward and I feel my stomach jump in fear at the sound.

"Go away." He commands, his breath heavy and animalistic.

I swallow as tears start to run down my face. Dally's expression falters, and he looks like he's at war with himself. He looks away, inhaling deeply before looking back, his eyes shining with tears. "Don't look at me like that." He whispers.

"I know it's not loaded, Dally," I say gently, softening my expression. "Just put it down, and we can go home. Okay?"

"Don't you get it?" He snarls, suddenly angry and fiery. "I don't have a home. I never did!"

I flinch, my clothes clinching to my skin like a second skin. I was freezing. I wanted nothing more than to run to Dally. Because even with a gun to my head, I knew Dally wouldn't shoot me. He could say whatever he wanted. But I know where his loyalties lie. He loved me. He wouldn't have kept me around so long if he hadn't. He wouldn't have saved my life if he didn't care.