It All Started With Dallas.- a Dallas Winston fanfic

Chapter 2

I was on the bus for a while, i had no idea where it was going I needed to get away from him.  I sat on the bus sobbing. "I never thought things would get this bad, I never thought this would happen" I said to myself with my head in between my knees and my hands resting on the back of my neck. I slowly dozed off a fell asleep.

I was woken up by the bus driver stopping short and I hit my head on the seat in front of me. He yelled over the loud speaker "Last stop, Downtown New York City!" I was shocked. I didn't know i was sleeping for that long!!

Then it hit me.... where the fuck am I going to sleep, or live!  "Shit" I muttered to myself while rubbing my eyes.  I stepped off the bus and I decided I was going to explore the city.  Not the best idea....

I walked about 3 blocks and then i heard a call from behind me "Hey, you, blondie got any money" (by the way sorry i never mentioned I have blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and i'm a little bit on the tanner side) I turned around and there were three big guys, way taller than me and way stronger.  A lump formed in my throats and I yelled back at them "no i ain't got no money, get lost" (I kinda have bad attitude, i got it from my dad) Adding my New Jersey accent to that statement, i knew i just bit off more than i could chew.  The biggest one in the middle yelled "I wouldn't be talkin' like that when you're walking all by your lonesome on the streets in the city!" I started to shake but i knew I couldn't give them what they wanted. Fear.  I yelled back stronger than ever "Shut the fuck up i don't care what you want I have no money so stop tryna' get shit out of me because you won't". I turned around and kept waking.  I had no idea what I got myself in to.

I heard footsteps, running, getting faster and faster, closer and closer. I started sprinting as fast as I could.  I guess I wasn't fast enough.

Before i knew it i was pinned up against the wall.  Flashbacks of earlier in the day flooded into my brain, tears welled up in my eyes but i still made sure to show no fear.  I screamed as loud as I could "Help!" I repeated that word over and over until a figure came up behind the guys and beat them up so bad I swore they were dead. 

"Thank you so much, you nearly saved my life i was scared to death" he looked up at me after cracking his neck and knuckles.  "Don't sweat it.  Hey, I've never seen you around.  You new or something?" While he said that i examined him under the light from the street lamp.  He had thick, mean looking eyebrows but in a soft way, resting under them he had chocolate almost hazel color eyes and a pretty sharp jawline.  He was wearing blue jeans a white, tight fitted tank top and a brown leather jacket.  His dark brown hair was a little messy but it only made him more attractive. 

I paused before answering his question "Yea i'm new I got here about an hour ago actually, long story..." I replied.  He looked at me like i was crazy "Walking these streets all by yourself ain't the best thing to do at three in the morning in the city.  What's your name?" he said.  "Savannah Blaze" i answered along with asking "Whats yours?"  "Dallas Winston" he said.