Hit (A Dallas Winston Fanfiction)

Hospital

"I can't go back, mom." I said with a single tear falling down my cheek. My heart felt like it was breaking in half. Mom scooted closer to me and put her arm around me, "Don't cry baby girl. You'll make it through this, I'm sure that Dally wouldn't hurt anyone that badly."

"Yes he would. You don't know him like I do, when he goes crazy like this he's so unreasonable." I said as my voice cracked and my face began to go red. My mother put her hand on my cheek like how Dally had done before. She offered a small hopeful smile and only made me feel even worse with the way that I had left Dally standing the doorway. When she pulled her hand away my head fell down into my hands and I let the sobs fall from my lips. I couldn't believe that I was doing this in front of my daughter, she doesn't need this, she doesn't need to see this. My mom must have read my thoughts and she went to put Anne into the large bed in the guest-room.

The phone on the side-table began to ring. I wouldn't dare to pick up the phone at this hour. When mom walked back in she picked up the phone and I could hear the muffled sounds coming from it. Her face looked slightly scared as she listened to it. Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped. She muttered "Yes of course" and "I'll be there in a minute." She slammed the phone onto the table and and looked at me, "Dally is in the hospital." After all the tears and bruises I still love him, that thought only made me cry more as I realized how pathetic I must look right now. Mom grabbed my arm pulling me from my seat. I looked back at the room where Anne was and I started walking toward it. My mom walked up the stairs and I could hear some quiet talking. When she came back down, she looked at me and spoke, "I told Cole that Anne was here and if she woke up to call the hospital so we could come home." I nodded and began to walk over to her. For the first time tonight I took in her appearance, her dark hair was starting to grey and her eyes seemed darker than normal, due to the lack of sleep no doubt.

The car ride was silent and nerve-racking. I thought about what Dally did and the whole time I was asking myself why I still loved him, why I still just wanted him to be safe. When we got to the hospital the lights could be seen out of the windows and the parking lot had cars scattered all over. Once mom found a parking space we got out of the car and raced to the entrance of the massive building. We walked right into the reception room. The lady there had long blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun on the top of her head. Her glasses rested on the tip of her nose as she signed some paper work. Mom walked over to the desk and kindly asked the lady,"Which room is Dallas Winston in? We are his mother-in-law and wife." She said the ending while pointing between the two of us. I was busy running my fingers through my hair. The lady shot us a look before handing my mom a clipboard with forms on it. While mom was filling out the forms the lady flipped through a huge binder until she stopped on a page, running her finger down the words. When mom was finished she took the clipboard back to the counter and sat it down before the lady told us the room that he was in.

We practically ran down the halls until we found his room. Mom pushed the door in slowly, so if he was sleeping she wouldn't wake him up. He was laying on his back looking up at the ceiling while mumbling to himself. He finally noticed us as we walked in. His head swung over to look at the door. His eyes lit up as he saw us, it looked like he tried to push himself up but he fell back down onto the hospital bed. I walked over to him, tears already starting to form in my eyes, "What happened Dally? Why are you bandaged up?" I said as water started to fall from my eyes. Dally only gave a guilty smile before saying, "We always knew I was a car crash mentally, just never thought that one would put me in the hospital. Of all things I could have done."

I heard the door close behind us, mom must have left to give us some privacy. Dally's hand came up to brush a strand of hair out of my face before I spoke again, "Why did you do it Dally, why did you kill Ashton then almost get yourself killed?" He looked down then back up at me as he said, "I didn't kill him, I told you that. I wouldn't do that. It would hurt you too much. For the car crash, I don't know. I thought that maybe this was the only way that you would look at me again. I want you to know that as long as I live I will never stop loving you. Even if I hurt you I'm only trying to keep you safe, no mater how many bruises you get from me it's much better than you find out where I really go when I leave. The reason the boys don't come around very often anymore is because I can't stand the way you look at Darry." I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was completely dumbfounded when I said, "Darry really? You're jealous of a married man. I wouldn't leave you for him." He looked at me with a new emotion; rage. "How the hell am I supposed to know that! You cheated on me! You don't even know who the father of the baby you're carrying is!"

I took a step back until I hit the wall. I slumped down until I felt all my emotion fall out of me in the form of tears and sobs. I pulled my knees to my chest and I felt like a little kid again; hiding and hoping my dad wouldn't find me in the closet behind all the winter coats. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could still hear my fathers disapproving remarks about Ashton and then Dally; I could never make that man happy. I pulled myself from my thoughts when I heard Dally saying my name. I looked up at him, my face still red and puffy. His eyes were soft again and I didn't want to feel anymore. The mix of emotion was too much for me to handle, how does he go from loving and caring to being the meanest person I know. I felt like I was going to be sick when I looked into his eyes. I wish I could just leave him; forget about him and just be done with it, but for some reason I can't. I know he's not good for me ,but we have a kid together and maybe we could just talk it out and get back to the way we used to be.