Bloody Knuckles (A Dallas Winston Fan Fiction) *Slow Updates*

Chapter Five: Secrets

Madelyn's POV
"Thank you." I smile nodding to a potential employer but sadly it was in the next town, but it might have to do. I got in the black crappy and rusty Nissan car that I've had since my 16th birthday, kinda surprised it hasn't broke down yet, we just couldn't afford anything else, I sigh releasing my hair from its uncomfortable clip. I throw it into my arm rest and take a heavy sigh. These black heels were killing me but they made me look a bit better, less tired, and more what I was doing even though I had no idea. I pull out after grabbing a drink of my much needed coffee and noticed I would be late for my visit with Dallas if I didn't hurry. I rushed in the building the best I could in high heels and a skirt, luckily I didn't miss it.
"Come on in Madelyn," the dark skin toned lady at the front desk smiles at me as an officer padded me down. She recognized me by now, I try and visit frequently. It's been a couple weeks since Dally's hearing hopefully things will keep flying high, it's been going okay.
I couldn't help but smile at Dally's smiling face who was sitting at the other side of the glass. I sat down picking up the phone.
"Hey babe," he smiles. "You look good, what were you doing?" He asks not able to help his smirk.
"Trying to find a job." I sigh heavily. "I just hope I can soon." I groan.
"Yeah me too." Dallas agrees nodding.
"Can you promise me something Dally?" I ask tears wanting to fall because I need his comfort and couldn't have it.
"Anything for you baby." He smiles worry in his eyes.
"Promise that when you get outta here we can get married and have a family and be normal for a while?"
"Anything for you," he forces a smiles.
"Promise this won't happen again." I plead,
"Promise."
"And that you'll get it together?"
I could tell that he was annoyed I'd asked again, but I pucks the help it, I needed the reassurance, anything at this point.
"Can't do much from a jail cell." He argues his handcuffs clinking as he runs his fingers through his bright blonde hair making it louder over the phone. I look at him through the glass wall. "Why do you keep telling me that? You've said that everyday.  You don't think I got the damn message Maddie?"
"You wanna know why Dal? Well here you go, I'm pregnant." I say already upset by today and this week and this month, I groan in frustration hanging up the phone and sliding out from the chair.
"Maddie!" He yells banging on the glass with his hand. "Madelyn can we talk!?" He yells again as a broad shouldered guard grabs him. "Hands off!" He shouts. The guard continues pulling him away but Dal kicked trying to talk to me again. I continue to walk wiping tears with the back of my hand that I didn't know were there until they hit my chin.
"You alright ma'am?" The lady at the front desk asks.
"Perfect." I lie wishing I could put a cigarette in between my lips, instead I just got in the car and banged my hands against the wheel. "Damnit!" I shout hitting it over and over again as if it's help. "I shoulda talked to him, I'm just scared." I whimper laying my forehead against the wheel and crying. I kicked off my heels throwing them to the passenger side. It was already getting dark after I had sat there for an hour crying and screaming at myself for being so stupid. I wipe my eyes looking at myself in the mirror. My hazel eyes were almost a dark brown, my brown wavy tangled hair a mess but pushed behind my shoulder in a a low ponytail. Tears had stained my dark purple top. My mascara was running down my cheeks just like the rain running down my car window. My nude lipstick was pretty much gone from my lips. I grab a tissue from my glove box wiping my cheeks and and mouth. I hadn't even notice the rain that was starting to pour from the sky until I got on the road again.
"You're okay." I whisper to myself continuing down the road to home which couldn't be closer. "What if he breaks up with me? Calls off the wedding, because I'm an idiot, I shoulda talked to him. Six blocks from home I felt the car start to slow down not matter how hard I pumped the gas.
"Come on, please." I whisper to myself hitting the steering wheel.
With that it stopped. I started to cry harder turning the key again and and again but it just clicked. "Please!" I shout one more time with one more attempt before hitting the steering wheel with my palm. "Fuck!" I cry letting the tears rush down my cheeks. It was late I could tell, cars were no longer on the road, and the street lights were on, and the rain was more visible against the dark night sky. I take a deep breath trying to figure out what to do by wiping my eyes and calming myself down. "It's okay, it could be worse. I say wiping tears with the collar of my purple shirt. I searched the car for one of Dallas's sweatshirts and luckily I had found one. I throw it on taking my small brown bag, the keys and my heels. I don't put them on though, I carry them in my hand pulling the hood on my head opening the car door happy to see that I managed to get to the side of the road and started to walk to the nearest payphone hoping to get ahold of someone to come help me.