This is now

Kill You Again

It was hard to sleep the next few nights. I couldn't get comfortable. I've been beaten before but this was worse then the others. Zack shot me, he shot me because of his dad. Why would this set an example for the gang.

It was almost 4:30 on a Saturday morning. Dallas was sleeping next to me. His head rested on the bed as his hand still held mine. The doctor said I wouldn't be able to leave until my gun shot wound stopped bleeding.

I lead looking up at the ceiling of the make shift hospital room. Dallas has been asleep Sense twelve. He was so worried about me, he wouldn't leave my side. The only time he would leave the room is when he had to use the restroom.

I still had two IV's in my arm. One with blood the other with Normal saline My body was hurting really bad but I didn't want to wake Dallas up. He needs his sleep. I rub my fingers through his hair as he sleeps. Dallas wakes up and looks at me.

"Baby. How are you feeling?" Dallas sat up and rubbed my knuckles.

"Fine." I mumble and move a bit.

"Don't move so much baby. How long have you been up?" He asked as he pushed strands of hair out of my face.

"All night. You fell asleep, I didn't mean to wake you." I say and look at Dallas. His hair was messy and his clothes where wrinkled.

"You should get some sleep baby. The rest will help your body heal." Dallas stood up and leaned over me. He pulled the blankets over my body. My gun shot was still bleeding. Dal mumbled to himself and went out of the room. He comes back in with the doctor.

"Why isn't it stopped bleeding yet." Dallas asked the doctor.

"It will take a few days for the bleeding to complete stop. The blood is just old blood." The doctor said and walked out of the room.

Dallas sat back down and looked at me. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Dallas kissed my head.

"I..................... know." I mumble and black out.

I hear yelling all around me. I try to move but my body won't let me. I open my eyes and see Abbey standing over me, yelling. There was a tell older man next to her. She was yelling at him. The older man looked at my wound and started to tear the stitches out of it. I scream in pain and Dallas comes over to my other side and holds my hand. He makes me look at him.

"It's okay baby. They are going to help you." Dallas hushes me as the doctor works.

"No stop." I yell out and try to move. I see that my body is restrained to the bed.

"Baby let them help you." Dallas's voice became stern.

"Lucy. If you fucking die on me you bitch I will bring you to life and kill you again." Abbey yelled at me.

I mumble and back out again. I don't know how long I was out for but it was quite a long time. I mumble as I start to wake up. I open my eyes and see I was in a different room now. I try to sit up but Dallas stops me.

"Baby. Don't sit up. You're home now. Abbey brought her doctor over and helped you. They said you can go home but to take it easy." Dallas had a hold of my shoulders and pushed me back down.

"I want to sit up." I say and push at Dallas hands.

"If you sit up I will help you. That's the only way I will allow you to sit up." Dallas voice was hard. His dominants was starting to show.

"Okay." I say and hold onto Dallas hands as he helps me sit up.

"I want to talk to you Lucy." Dallas said as he pulled me onto his lap. He rubbed my hips lightly as he looked me in the eyes.

"What?" I ask and look at him.

"I want to talk about you. You don't tell me anything. I want to know more about you." Dallas said as he pushed hair out of my eyes.

"There's nothing to talk about then." I say and push on Dallas's chest as I try to move off his lap.

"No. There is stuff to talk about and we are going to talk about it." Dallas's voice was hard. He grabbed my wrist with one and and the other hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Why?" I push on his chest again.

"Because we need to talk." Dallas growled at me and held onto my wrist harder.

"About what?" I hiss.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me." Dallas growled and pinned me to the bed.

"Dallas what are you doing?" I growl and pull at my hands that where pinned above my head.

"We are going to talk." Dallas sat on my thighs so he pinned my legs down. He let go of my hands and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What do you want to know about me so much?" I growl.

"Do not talk to me in that tone of voice. Talk to me like that one more time and you'll be punished." Dallas growled and cracked his neck.

"Oh no I'm so scared." I say with sarcasm in my voice.

"That's it." Dallas growled and got off me and grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him. He stood up and pulled me off the bed. He had me standing in front of him as he still had a hold of my wrists. He slapped my ass hard and looked at me. "I told you not to talk to me like that." He growled.

"Stop it, let go." I yell and pull down hard on my wrists. My wrists slipped away from his grip and I run for the door of the bedroom. I pull on it and it was locked. I slam my side into the door trying to get it to open. That was the worst mistake I've made. My side hurt so much now. Dallas came over and grabbed me.

"Stop it Lucy." Dallas growled and grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest. "I told you to stop and you didn't."

"Dallas let go of me. Stop this I don't like it." I yell. My eyes showed wild anger.

"This is why I wanted to talk. But you wouldn't let me." He growled back.

"Why. What do you want to talk about." I pull at my hands.

"Lucy you won't listen to me. I want to tell you more about me." Dallas pulled my towards the bed.

"What are you getting at?" I say pulling on my hands.

Dallas pushed me onto the bed and towered over me. "You want to know why I've been getting aggressive and dominant is because I'm a fucking dominant." Dallas looked down at me.

I clench my jaw and look up at him. "What are you going to do?" I clench the sheets with my fists.

"I'm not forcing you to be into my kink. I'm not telling you what to do. It's up to you if you want to be apart of it. And if you don't I'll understand and won't do it no more." Dallas towers over me. His voice was low and husky.

"If I say yes." I mumble and move back a bit onto the bed.

"Then you will be punished for being a bad girl. You've been a brat lately." Dallas leaned over me.

Oh no.