Save me, Dally

Chapter 9: Like His Last Cigarette

I was right in front of the church at this point. The walls were tall, but made of dry, decrepit wood. The door was slightly ajar, and the hinges were creaking and rusty. I opened up the door, and shut it behind me. I instantly fell to the ground and dumped out the contents of my backpack.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked a rough voice from behind me. I was so startled, I shouted, reaching for my switch.

A cold metal object pressed to the back of my head.

"I asked you a question." The familiar, yet rough voice demanded.

"My name is Tina Farah Jackson, and I'm here because I ran away from home." I gasped as the metal object, which I knew was a heater, clattered on the ground.

"What the hell Tina?!" shouted the voice from behind me.

I spun around quickly to see the persons face. There was a tall muscular man standing front of me, with stormy brown eyes and wind-swept brown shaggy hair. Of course, it was Dally.

"Wonderful. I leave the town to get away from people like you, and I get stuck here with the last person I want to see." I broke down and started sobbing.

I could feel the awkwardness wrap around me like a vice as Dally stood there, shifting uncomfortably. I just sobbed louder, causing my whole body to shake. That's when Dally bent down and grabbed my chin. He pulled me to face him.

"You're here because you are strong and independent, and you'd rather die than go back to the hell you call home. I will not sit here and watch you cry until you give me a good enough reason as to why you should." He stated firmly, jerking my head back.

"Well let's go down the list, shall we?" I asked sarcastically. "My sister told me I was a disappointment, I drowned my sorrows with alcohol, which landed me in the hospital, my family told me I didn't belong on this Earth, and even my friend's father wouldn't let me stay with him! The nicest man on the planet wouldn't even let me stay one night." I cried, punching a hole through the wall.

Dally's expression hadn't changed since the minute I started talking.

"Oh boo hoo, your family's disappointed. At least you have a family that cares enough to take you to the hospital!" he shouted at me. "I had a father once who didn't care to even bail me out of jail. I was his ten year old son, and he didn't give a hang about whether or not i was dead." He said quietly. "Your sister's dad probably wanted you to be safe at home because he cares about you." He said, his voice rising. "So what if your sister's a bitch, at least you have someone there looking out for you!" Dally screamed.

It got real quiet real fast.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say that sounded right.

"Don't be. I didn't tell you all of this so you'd be sorry, I told you all of this so you'd go. Home." He said, grabbing my forearms. "When things get tough you just can't run away."

This made me angry.

"So what are you doing here, huh?" I spat, inches away from his face. "You can't tell me for one second that you didn't run away."

He got closer.

"I'm here because I killed them. The Socs that were going to kill you are dead."

I gasped, but didn't back away from him.

"That night when they took you, I beat one of 'em to death, so now I got the fuzz after me." He stated. "It was worth it." he said quietly, looking me in the eyes. "Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" he asked.

Now he was centimeters away from my face.

"No..." I breathed out, reaching behind his neck.

"Well you are." He stated firmly. "You are the most beautiful doll I've ever laid eyes on, and don't let anyone tell you any different." He finished.

Before I could respond, he pulled me towards him and crashed his lips onto mine. He tasted like his last cigarette, but I didn't care. I kissed him back with everything I had, and more. We finally broke apart, and he looked at me with big nervous eyes. I pressed my lips to his gently and turned away.

"I know you're trying to send me home, but I'm not going anywhere." I said breathlessly. "Not until I'm ready."

"Well, then we should do an inventory of what we brought." He said, swooping me up bridal style and carrying me to my backpack.

While he was carrying me, I took this as the prime opportunity to ask him the question that's been burning a hole in my brain.

"What did you mean when you said that's not what I meant? You know, back at the diner." as soon as I asked this, he stopped dead in his tracks, grin playing on his face.

"As soon as I saw your face I knew you were trouble," he smirked when I snickered, "and I knew if I ever saw you again, I'd fall for ya..." he finished, pecking my cheek.

"Too late now," I whispered against lips, "you're mine." I said, kissing him once more.

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