in which she swims to forget all the pain, but he sees it all because dallas edlen is not ok and, having loved her for years, seeing that was no task.
ONE BREATH
MINIMINTER
SIDEMEN
DEATHLIES 2016
[COMPLETED]
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THIRTY THREE d a l l a s
Simon was surprised to see Dallas storm back into the hall ten minutes after he'd seen her leave, James not in sight. When she walks in, she locks eyes with him. It would be idiocy to call her expression of recognition a smile. It was more of an acknowledgement than a greeting and was not long lived, causing even more confusion and slight disappointment on his part.
Where Dallas was concerned, Simon was the last thing she was worrying about as she stalked over to the table where Violet, Marnie and Allison still sat. Without even taking note of Allison's existence, she sits down in the seat beside Violet and grabs onto her arm.
"I need to talk to you," She blurts out. "Now."
Violet could see that she meant it. Anyone could have seen that, but there was something about the way she spoke that made Violet worry for Dallas, even if Violet wasn't the most compassionate type. Dallas was worked up and that was a dangerous thing.
"Alright, come on then," Violet says gently as she quickly begins packing up her stuff, dumping it into her bag without care. Haste was important when Dallas was on the verge.
Dallas stands up, chewing on her nail waiting for Violet.
"What?" Allison pipes up, upper lip snarled. Kids could be cruel, but teenagers were even worse. "You're going to go and tell her how you managed to get James wrapped around your little finger again even though you're fucking Simon Minter?" Allison hisses, pointing forcefully across the hall to where Simon sat among his friends. At the shouting and at the mention of his name, the entire table looks over and watches as the argument comes to light.
Not only was it them watching, everyone was watching.
"Allison," Dallas warns, her hands recoiling into tight fists. Her knuckles were white.
"You're a manipulative, spoilt, little brat, Dallas. You can't have everything you want! James doesn't want you anymore, none of us do, so run home to daddy so he can wipe away your tears with all that money he makes!" Allison shouts, built up anger fuelling her rant.
With those few words, Dallas is tipped off the cliff's edge. All she sees is red, Allison her target, as she lunges for her, stepping onto the seat and then across the table. Allison is on the floor with Dallas on top of her before anyone can react. Dallas rings a punch across her jaw, the frustration and anger coming to boil with no sense of what was right and what was wrong.
She punches her again and a sickening crack can be heard. Marnie covers her mouth, tears welling to her eyes as people rush forward to pull Dallas off. "You fucking two faced cow! Don't you dare say that to me, you have no right! You're a manipulative child who doesn't understand when someone has more going on than just school and popularity!" She screams as strong arms pull her back, wrapping around her middle.
"My brother fucking died, my parents are getting a divorce and I'm fucking sick! Why don't you get that through your thick head?" She cries hysterically as she is pulled away, but she resists even as she is forced out of the door out into the fresh air, but not even that would cool her off.
She had hit breaking point and gone beyond.
"Dallas, you need to calm down."
"Simon, I can't. She's been doing this to me for weeks and now I just can't handle it anymore. I don't want to be here, I don't want to see her anymore," She says, her bottom lip wobbling as she speaks in a fast pace only hysteria could produce.
As the tears brush down her face, tumbling down like heavy snow fall, he pulls her into his arms forgetting all he had seen before and just holding her because that's what she needed. He would always be there for her, no questions asked.
She holds him tightly, her face pressed into his chest and the tears soaking in. All she wanted to do was scream into him, release all her pent up hatred and frustration and angst. Just to be free of it all would be a blessing in itself.
But Dallas didn't believe in blessings. How could she? She'd been torn down all through her life and just when she thought things were building back up again, thanks to Simon and his caring heart, it was all pulled from beneath her feet leaving her sat upon a pile of rubble and ruin.
And that ruin was humanised by her. Everywhere she went, so did it. She would simply not be herself without it and, in that sense, she was a lost cause.
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dallas finally snapped and it wasn't pretty. I do not condone violence.
