Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 22

(Warning: contains self harm)

Dallas's POV

I woke up to a scream. It came form down the hall. Austin. I jumped out fo bed. When I got out into the hallway Buck was walking out his room.

"What the hell was that?" he asked. 

"I think it sounded like Austin." I said walking towards her room. When I walked into her room, she was tossing and truning and in cold sweats. What the hell? Nightmare. 

Austin's POV

Nightmare 

I was running. I don't actually know what from, but I was running from somehting. When I turned my head I saw a bunch of socs chasing me. Makes sense that I'm running. 

"We're going to get you grease!" one of them yelled. They were catching up to me. All of a sudden I got reall slow. I don't know why. One of them grabbed my arm. It hurt like hell. I think I yelped because it hurt so much. 

"Thought you'd get away, huh?" the guy that grabbed me said. He started dragging me, but I was struggling. A few of the other guys had to help him. All of a sudden we ended up at the park. I saw a person standing there. In the middle of the park right in front of the foutain. It was my dad. He was there holding a belt and a broken beer botltle in the other hand. Oh shit!

"Miss me? You didn't think you could get rid of me that easy did you?"  he said walking towards me. I started to struggle more but the socs punched me. By the time my vision was clear, my dad was in front of me only inches away from my face. Before I knew it I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. When I looked down I saw the beer bottle sticking out of my stomach. 

"Hey leave her alone!" someone yelled. I knew that voice. Dallas.

"Get 'em boys." my father said not taking his eyes off of me. Before I knew it I was on he ground with my father on top of me, punching me repeatedly in my face. All of a sudden all the weight was lifted off of me. When I turned I saw that he was now fighting Dallas and he just pushed him on the ground. Now he's on top of Dally. 

"Get off of him!" I screamed. 

"Get outta here! I'm not worth it!" he screamed. The next thing I knew I saw the beer bottle go right threw him. Right threw his neck. I screamed so hard it hurt.

Nightmare Ended

Austin's POV

"Ssshhh" I felt someone lift my head and hug me. 

"Hey calm down. No one's going to hurt you." it was Dallas. I knew that voice. I opened my eyes only to see everthing blurry. Damnit. I was crying. I quickly wiped them away and sat up. I got out of bed and ran into my bathroom, slmaming the door behind me and locking it. There was one thing I was planning on doing, and no one was going to stop me. 

"Hey Austin please open the door. I'm not going to hurt you. Just wanna talk." I heard Dally say while jiggling the knob. I didn't answer and quickly pulled out the razor. I've been clean for a few months. Not for long. I slowly dragged it against my arm. Then again. And again. Eventually I had 9 slices.(You know each slice makes three, because the razor has three blades) I was bleeding pretty badly, but not to where I'm going to bleed out. There was pounding on the door. I just ignored it. 

I let myself bleed for a while before I started to clean myslf up. I grabbed a towel out of the cabnit and wet it. The pounding continued, but I still ignored it. Eventually I was all clenaed up with the scars left on my arm. I quickly dug through the cabnits for the first aid kit. When I found it I pulled out a wrap and wrapped my arm. If someone ask, I'll just say I sprained it or something like that.

 The next thing I had to think is, how am I going to leave the room to get a sweatshirt without Dally seeing? The first thing he's going to see is the wrap. Shit. I quickly hid the bloody towel, and I'll come back for it later and wash it. I quietly unlocked the door, and slowly opened it. The first thing I saw was Dally sitting on my bed. He didn't notice that I came out the bathroom. I slowly walked to my dresser triyng not draw attention to myslef. He still didn't notice me. Huh. I grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. 

"How long?" he asked looking up.

"Huh? How long what?" I asked.

"How long have you been doing that to yourself?" shit. He knows? How? He didn't see anyhting.

"Doing what to myslef?" I asked walking up to him and sitting on the bed. 

"Don't play dumb, Austin. How long have you been cutting?" how did he know? Like I'm honestly confused. 

"Wh- umm." I don't know what to say.

"It's a simple question. You didn't deny it so it must be true." he said getting up and looking down at me.

"Uh, I first started when I was 12... I've been clean for a few months." I said quietly. The only reason I know he heard me was because he came and sat next to me and inulfed me in a hug. 

"Why?" he said blankly.

"I don't know. I releaves the pain. It's the only way to get the thoughts and memories out of my head. Even if it only stays that way for a few seconds." I said leaning on him. He let go of the hug.

"Tell me."

"What?" 

"Tell me what made you do it this time. Was it me? Something I said? Tell me what I have to do to make you stop."

"No. It was nothig you said. It was something you did, but that was only my imagination."

"What'd I do? I promise you I'll never hurt you. I already told you that."

"No it wasn't in that way. Look, I had a nightmare and dad was beating me. You came to help  and wound up getting killed in the end. I just... I don't like the fact of anyone getting killed while trying to 'save' me. I'm not worth it. And even if it was only my imagination, I know you'd still do it." I tried to explain. 

"Ok first, yes I would do that if it ever came down to it. Second, it will never happen again. Dad's in jail, and even if he does get out I WILL protect you with my life. And lastly, you are totally worht it. No matter what anyone says or does, you are always worth it. You gotta stop puttin ya'self down. You're just lieing to yourself. Just promise me that you'll stop. I know it's not that easy, but please try. For me?" he said. I looked up at him finally meeting his eyes. They were glossy and looked as if a teer would fall any second. 

"I promise I'll try." I said getting back in bed. He nodded and kissed my head and went to get up. Before he could I pulled him back down.

"Will you stay tonight? You don't have to if you're unco-" I was cut off by him putting his hand over my mouth.

"You talk too much kid. Yeah I'll stay." he laughed getting under the covers and pulling me into his chest. We were facing each other, so I buried my face in his neck/chest. He kissed me on the head again.

"Night kiddo." he said softly.

"Good night Dallas." I said before drifting off into a peaceful sleep that included no nightmares.