Just Dallas

Chapter Six

Aubrey's P.O.V

I couldn't handle sitting across from Dallas wondering about how I dragged him into this mess. He did choose to come on his own accord but I still felt slightly accountable for the events that may precede the life ahead of him. It was a bad idea for him to come and I have to find some way of telling him to leave or else he's going to land himself into some deep shit if he continues to follow me around. I don't doubt that he's played a very important role in this entire situation and if it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead somewhere in the middle of nowhere but I can't keep accepting charity. I need to learn how to fend for myself. If I don't adapt soon, there's no telling what will happen.

I excused myself and headed towards the bathroom. I needed fresh air but I'd  been getting a hell of a lot of that since we arrived here so I figured a splash on the face with some refreshing water would do me some good. I pushed open the retractable door and stood in front of the slightly cracked mirror to fix my make up and hair. The bathroom consisted of three different stalls with only one occupied. I leaned on the off-white sink and inhaled deeply. Even the thought of running from my mother exhausted me. I wish there was another way but knowing my mother she'd probably send in the whole squad team to look for me. Who knows what she'll do to Dallas if she ever found out I was with him.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" I exasperated, relieving my shoulders from their tensed position.

"You could come back home," A familiar voice replied my supposed rhetorical question.

Mom.

I snapped my head backwards to face the moving figure lurking in the shadows of the occupied stall. The door creaked open and out came my dreadful mother adorned in a pant suit, a smug smile taping her spiteful face together.

"Honey, I've been looking all over for you." She said as she inched closer to touch my face but I instantly flinched away.

"I know." I replied through gritted teeth. I was a proper idiot if I actually thought my mother wouldn't find me. Running away was always just a temporary solution.

"Why haven't you come home?" She asked, actually pretending to show concern. "Why did you even leave in the first place?"

I huffed in frustration, "Not like you give a damn."

"Please Aubrey, don't be like this, just come home." She pleaded.

I laughed sarcastically. "Not in a million years."

"Stop being so damn hostile, child. You've caused nothing but trouble for this family, and now you've run off with that imbecile. If you don't watch your step, you'll never see him again." She threatened.

My heart started to beat unsteadily. She actually did possess the power to make Dallas disappear. I couldn't do that to him. How did she even find us in the first place? I thought this place was secure enough for us to hide here.

"What do you want from me?" I asked hesitantly, subconsciously already knowing the answer.

"Come back home." She said sternly, gathering her composure after her massive outburst.

"What'll happen to Dallas?" I asked.

"Nothing, IF you agree."

I thought about it deeply. If it kept Dallas safe and out of harms way, then I'd be willing to do it, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness for the sake of his.

"Dallas can't see me leave." I said, tears threatening to fall.

"Don't worry about that. He's facing the other end of the diner. He won't see a thing." She reassured me, but leaving was the last thing that I had wanted to do.