Hit (A Dallas Winston Fanfiction)

News Report

            After Darry left, Anne decided to take a nap on the couch beside me and I turned the t.v. on to watch the news. While watching I silently stroked Anne's hair as she slept, that was until I heard a name that made my heart drop in my chest. Allen Stack. I leaned forward and listened closer. The man on the television said, "The body of a teenager identified as Allen Stack has been found on the bank of the Arkansas River. It is suspected that his death was due to foul play and an investigation is under way. We urge you to call the police if you have any information that could lead to an arrest. Now joining us is Allen Stack's father Ashton Stack." My eyes were glued to the screen and I watched Ashton try to keep his tears at bay. It was so jarring to see the man I've known to be so happy now pleading on television for information. I could feel my own tears falling down my cheeks as I listened to everything that was being said about the little boy I used to babysit. I tried to block out the description of his mangled and tortured body, I desperately tried to hold onto the image of the blonde little boy who was missing his front teeth rather than the image that was starting to form from the way that they were describing him. My whole body started to shake and I let out a loud sob that woke Anne up. Almost as if it were reflex she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me as I poured tears onto the shoulder of her dress. My mind started wandering into what if I was around Allen more. Would this have happened? Could I have stopped this? What if he was killed because he was hanging around the wrong guys?

            I was ripped from my thoughts as Dally walked into the house and tapped onto my shoulder. I looked up at him, wiped my tears, and tried to force a smile onto my face. I released Anne and she released me. "Are you ready to go?" I silently nodded my head and grabbed his hand as he lead me out of the house and into the car. Once we were in the car he started asking questions. I couldn't even answer him. Once we got to the doctors appointment Dally had to talk for me and fill out paperwork. I couldn't function. I could only pull my jacket closer to my body in an effort to feel safe.

        When we got home he continued to ask questions and got more pushy. I walked upstairs and flopped myself onto our bed. He walked into the room soon after, when he did, he slammed the door behind him making me jump. "Finally I get some reaction from you. Now tell me what has gotten you so upset!" he yelled the last part at me. I took a deep breath in an effort to steady myself but I failed, "Ashton's son is dead." Dally only looked down and said, "Why do you care? That part of your life is over. You shouldn't think about what happens to them."