Hit (A Dallas Winston Fanfiction)

Bloody Knuckles

My mind went blank as I felt the sharp sting against me. Dally wasn't supposed to do that, he was supposed to love me.
He said that he always would when we go married.

I could barely get the words out, my voice shaking as I did,
"I told you, I was with Maddie."
My eyes were wide with fear and I could feel the tears threatening to spill.
"That's bullshit! She came over looking for you. You were with Ashton, weren't you? Do you even remember the one promise you made to me when we go married? You said you would stop hanging around Socs. Like him." He spoke, anger and hurt swirled in his voice.

Dally just pushed past me when I couldn't speak. He pulled out a cigarette and his lighter as he stepped outside.

Anne was no where to be found, she probably hid when she heard the screaming.

I found Anne hiding in her closet clinging to the stuffed rabbit, and whispering in one of its big floppy ears.
I sat beside her, pulling her into a tight hug against my chest.
"It's gonna be okay. He won't hurt you." I said with a slight crack in my voice towards the end. Her dark hair tickled my neck as I rocked back and forth.

A few hours later Dally walked back inside, but he wasn't drunk. His knuckles were bloody and his cheek bruised. My hands flew up cupping his face. I ran my thumbs over the high points of his cheeks. He winced as I did, and I imediatly pulled my hands back.
"Where were you?" I question, worried about his safety.
"I was making sure that Soc. knows you're mine." He said with a half-hearted smile.

I pulled him into the small bathroom by the entrance of the house. Anne didn't need to see her dad like this; how he used to be. He washed the blood off of his hands and face. Then he just starred at me for a moment. I just savored the fact that we were looking into each others eyes like we did when we first got together.