Dying Kiss (Steve Randle x Reader)

Chapter 14

Dally's P.O.V
My hands were drenched in sweat and the whole room reeked of odor. My body was engulfed in dampness, my forehead was heated, and darkness was carving into my vision. For the least to say, I was feeling on the verge of death, slightly loving it though. I was ashamed to say that I had no proof or evidence that I was "innocent". The world around me swiveled, twirling with glory as lights flickered everywhere. I grabbed the bottle of pills beside me, pouring out a few more tiny capsules of drugs (Pills) and swallowing them down with a gulp of water. The visions began to slow down a bit, finally disappearing. A smile developed on my face and I laid back onto the headrest of my bed.

I was only doing this to help.

I illuminated a cigarette with one swipe at the lighter, causing an aroma of smoke to circulate around me and I quickly dragged it up to my mouth, taking a few puffs out of it before towing it back down, letting the exhaust of the coffin nail oscillate in front of me.

Two-Bit's P.O.V
The words came out of my mouth too quickly, screwing me into a nasty position as I vertically stood there, leaning on an arranged tree that rose up from the turfed ground. Soda stood there, appalled by my answer to his devastating question. I don't care. Whatever convinced me to say those three dangerous words to him? Well, I don't exactly know. I informed him that he shouldn't worry so much, but his brain was too gone already to understand what I was phrasing. His expression changed into clear loath. I realized now that I had planted a dreadful vision into his head, and at that moment, I knew I had messed up.

I had to get out of here or I'd be dispatched right there and then.

Quickly scaling out my area, I pivoted my feet and scampered off, charging in one direction to God knows where. I had no damn clue to where I was advancing to. I gallantly ran, not revolving around to look and see if I was even by any chance being hunted. I briskly capered over, landing in a shrubbery, having no span of time to hurdle myself out of there.

Over the gap between my shoulder and neck, I peered over, spotting Soda, obliviously standing still, not even wasting his time to look at me. He looked paralyzed.
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I know, it's a short chapter. Sorry. I made this one pretty detailed, but I hope you all like it. Over 600 reads. Wow. 700 is my next goal. Omg though. I thank you all so much! -OrangePeelings