Dally's Doll

Hush

Chapter 13

Cait'sPOV

The rest of the night was painfully quiet. It was my fault, this plague of silence, but I couldn't bring myself to break it.

After the gang had barged in, they managed to beat up the Socs bad enough for them to leave. They were doing awful things to me; things I would probably never tell to another human being for as long as I lived. The gang found me, half naked, bruised, cut, and almost unconscious on the upstairs landing. I was carried downstairs as they broke Dally out of the bathroom, and he came running down the stairs faster than anything I'd ever seen.

He was bleeding from a few open cuts on his face, but otherwise seem fine, but his expression was what killed me. It was a mixture of anger, helplessness, and something I hated; pity. He leaned down so that his face was I front of mine as I was placed on the couch.

"Baby..." He tried to comfort me, as the gang left us alone. I know I should have pretended that I was okay, for him, but I just couldn't. Tears rolled down my cheeks, staining Two Bit's jacket, he had wrapped me in before he left.

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Now, an hour later, Dally sat on the opposite end of the couch from me, and the quiet hum of the television was the only noise in the house. I could feel Dally's eyes on me, making sure I was okay, but I didn't take my eyes off the tv.

"Caitlin..." He said quietly. I had basically ignored him for the past hour. I felt bad, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about what the Socs had done, or rather, what they would have done if the gang hadn't showed up. I felt traumatized, scared, and lonely, but mostly, I felt empty.

He placed his hand on my foot, and I flinched away, pulling it back. I kept my face blank, and I could see him getting frustrated.

"Look, I know whatever they did must've been awful, but you can't pretend like it didn't happen. Stop ignoring me, I'm trying to help." His voice was hard and cold, something that rarely happened when he was talking to me.

Without taking my eyes off the screen, I replied.

"I don't want your pity."

Dally's POV

I stared at her angrily.

"That's what this is about?! You think I'm just trying to pity you?!" She flinched as my voice grew louder, but she still never looked over at me. I ripped the remote out of her hand, and turned it off.

"Turn the tv back on Dallas." She spoke in a monotone voice.

"No." I said, throwing the remote into the kitchen, causing the batteries to fall out and skim across the floor.

"Idiot." She hissed, standing up to retrieve the remote, a pang of hurt hitting me. I stood up and stepped in front of her, blocking the way. "GO AWAY!" She yelled, tears falling from her eyes as she tried to step around me. I grabber her tightly, and she struggled to pull away. "I HATE YOU!" She yelled. I knew she didn't mean it, but it still caught me off guard. Screaming and crying, it took several minutes before she eventually stopped fighting. "I'm sorry Dal," she whimpered. "I-I c-could never h-h-hate you." I hugged her close, resting my chin on her head as she let out a number of sobs.

"Hey doll," I whispered. "It's gonna be okay." She continued to cry into my shirt as she laced her fingers together behind my back. "I promise they'll never touch you again."

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