Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

49|"... Stop Being Afraid."

<Dallas's POV>

My hands stay rested on her cheeks. She is barely awake her breathing slower than it has ever been. I pull her into my lap and hold her close to me. Placing my hand under her head I feel warm sticky blood. When she fell her head must've hit the tools hard. Question is why did she fall? Tears start to drip down my face.

I was such an asshole to her. She was trying, she was going to try and fix things and I just ignored her. I don't care anymore. I've always loved her. She is something I need to have in order to breathe. Like a vital organ no matter how cliché it is.

"Dallas!" Darry yells snapping me out of my trance. I flick my head up to him. "We need to go to the hospital, she's dying." With these words I'm up off the ground in a second with Skyler hanging limp in my arms.

The images of the first time we met come crawling back. When I was holding her like this. Only then I could see the damage. She was bleeding everywhere from slashes across her body. Like red paint on a blank canvas. Now I can't see anything because the damage is on the inside. Induced by drugs and emotional pain. The only damage I can see is the bruising on her veins and the cut on the back of her head that has coated my fingers in crimson blood.

I follow Darry into his truck. I sit in the passenger seat with Skyler unconscious in my lap. Her black hair sprawled across my arms. I know it's a weird thing to think while my love is dying my arms but my mind drifts to wondering when she last got her hair cut. She could of done it while she was gone those three months, but it didn't look like it. When I first met her it was only halfway down her back now it reaches her waist. Not only that but her hair is so thick. I have to force myself to stop thinking of her god damned hair, even if it is the thing that made me fall in love with her. I don't know why, but it was so black that it made me wonder if that was a reflection of her personality. That's why I was so prompt to know more about her and make her happy. I was partly right when I guessed if her hair reflected her.

Her soul is only that dark when someone hurts her or when she hurts herself. Skyler must be the only person I've ever got to know this well. Over a year ago I wouldn't dare come this close to anyone. Not even the gang, but maybe Chris. Now everyone has seen my facade chipped piece by piece slowly away until I was left. I'm Dallas Winston and I'm human. I have feelings. Everyone knows that now.

No one else comes with us. I trust Tibby with Chris. She is her aunt anyways. I'm glad Tibby will at least have one other girl in her life. Chris is a good person and Tibby is going to need her a lot. Especially if we loose Skyler today. Not only will her mother be dead, but I, her father, we be oblivious to the world, and incapable of taking care of our child that looks so much like her mother.

As Darry speeds down the road I notice a small picture peeking out of Skyler's jeans pocket. I take my blood coated hand and pull the picture from her pocket only to find it's the picture of her and I from Tibby's nursery wall. My own breathe hitches in my throat and I have to close my eyes for a second in order not to cry. "Dallas it's okay," Darry assures me while keeping his eyes locked on the road. I shake my head.

"That's the thing Darry, the thing is it's not okay, we are so fucked up," I say choking a bit. I force the tears to stay where they are. When we arrive to the hospital I know I'm running with my only love in my arms yet everything seems to go in slow motion. Darry rushes in front of me and talks to the girl at the desk. The bring out a gurney and I watch in terror as they take her from my arms and lay her down. I want to yell at them to be gentle, but my mouth won't move. A nurse directs us to follow her and we do. Mindlessly I follow her all the way to another waiting room on the floor where Skyler is.

The worst thing in the world is waiting. Especially if you don't know what you're waiting for. All I want is for Skyler to walk out of that room with the same face she wore when we were together and happy. She would run into my open arms and we would kiss for the first time in weeks and I would finally be happy again. Unfortunately it's not as simple as that. She still has to rid her bloodstream of the drugs, get rid of her addiction, and we would have to work out our relationship problems.

I don't even know if she'll want me back.

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Hours and hours we sit there and wait for something, anything. Finally the doctor calls for family. When Darry is about to say she doesn't have any I cut him off. "I'm her husband," I say standing up quickly and shaking the doctors hand. That's funny. That's the first time I have ever thought about marrying Skyler. I don't think I could do it.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Sieden, we have Skyler on an IV and we are currently draining whatever was in her blood out of her system, as for the head injury there doesn't seem to be any trauma," the doctor announces. I put my head down and sigh in relief.

"Is she open to visitors?" Darry asks.

"Family only, so sir you can follow me," the doctor says summoning me to follow him. I force a smile at Darry and then walk into the room she is in after the doctor. When I see Skyler's still body I want to cry. The only comfort comes from her rising and falling chest that assures me she is still alive. "The drugs won't be clear from her system for about a day, but she could wake up any minute," doctor explains and then excuses himself.

Slowly I walk over to her bed side. She looks so still and peaceful. Instinctively I trail my fingers down her face and grab her hand. I've longed for the feeling of her skin. It used to be such a given treasure. Never did I have to fight for it. Now I have to battle a long war for the slightest touch. Slowly, her eyes flutter open and I quickly pull my hand away, falling into a chair. "Shit, my head hurts." Skyler says reaching her hand up to her head.

"Really? That's your first few words, shit my head hurts, damn Skyler Elizabeth you've lost your literature touch," I say smirking. She rolls her eyes.

"Did I ever have it?" She asks smiling. Her smile. It had to be one of the most beautiful things in the world. Especially when she doesn't fake them.

"Are we okay?" I ask. Skyler opens her eyes a little wider and sits up a little.

"Do you mean are we back together?" She asks. I nod my head and her face falls.

"I don't want to be how we were right after the fight, I wanna talk to you, but I want to take our time... as friends," Skyler explains.

"Friends... with a baby," I add. She smirks, but it quickly fades.

"I've been such a terrible mom," she mumbles.

"Only because I was an asshole husban- boyfriend," I correct. Skyler catches my slip up. Shit.

"Husband?" She asks smirking, "barely." We both laugh quietly.

"Ya I don't think I'll ever be able to get married," I mumble under my breath. Skyler shoots me a sympathetic look.

"I think you could, wether it's me or some other girl," Skyler says in a daze. I look up at her with sad eyes.

"Do you know how hard it was? Man it was the hardest thing in the world to stop being afraid," I announce, my breath hitching in my throat.

"Afraid of what?" Skyler asks interested. I have never heard her talk to softly, so delicate. Much to delicate for a girl like her.

"Afraid of hurting you, or Tibby, or Chrissy, you know?" I ask rhetorically. Skyler sighs.

"I think if you hurt me you'd be doing everyone a favor," she starts and I glare at her angrily, "but anyways... is it because of Delilah and your dad?"

"Charlie Winston," I quickly respond in correction, "was- is a coward and an asshole.
I never want to see him again, nor do I want him near you, Chris, or Tibby," I explain. Skyler nods understandingly. Then realizes that her head hurts when she moves it so she stops. "I never did tell you what he did to Chris did I?" I ask.

"He abused her, just like you and her mother," Skyler says unknowingly. I shake my head.

"That wasn't it though, it was something much worse, much more vile, that he couldn't do to me."
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