{Part Fourty ~ Heather's POV}

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As soon as Darry was done talking, we all raced for the door. I was hot on Darry's tail until we rounded a corner and I saw the frame of the man I loved under a street light. Seeing him made it more real than even before and I willed myself to move faster, eventually getting ahead of everyone.
I watched in horror as he pulled out a gun and held it out, something about his stance told me he was bluffing and that only made me want to get to him faster. Red and blue lights flashed in the background as time seemed to slow. I ran as fast as I could, but still not fast enough. Dally's body jerked in different directions as the force of bullets hit him. I screamed his name and watched in horror as he slowly dropped to his knees and then to his stomach.
I fell to my knees as I reached him. I lifted his head to my lap, his eyes fluttering.
He smiled lightly, "I love you, doll."
My vision seemed blurry but I knew the exact moment the life left his eyes.
I pulled him closer and cried into him, "Dallas! I love you, Dal! Don't-" my breaths were ragged and tears covered my cheeks, "-Don't leave me! I love you." My words now sounded closer to sobs.
I felt a hand on each shoulder and looked to see Veronica and Bailey both standing behind me. I turned back to Dallas and held him closer as I cried.
Bailey and Veronica both joined me on their knees, wrapping arms around me. It was comforting but I would never again feel the warmth I felt whenever I was with Dallas. Not the safety. Not the comfort. Not the love.
"How did we not see it?" I heard Veronica whisper to Bailey but I ignored them, instead holding onto Dallas.
The warmth from the bodies beside me disappeared and I felt someone pulling me away from Dal. Two-bit had his arms around me as he gently but firmly pulled me back. The officers were now approaching his body, Two-bit turned my body into his chest before I could see what they would do. My sobs turned to an endless flow of silent tears. He rubbed his hands down my back, obviously trying to provide comfort but he'd never be able to succeed.
Dallas was gone and not coming back.
The love of my life was gone and not coming back.
Pony fell to the ground and everything moved too fast for me to process.
I remember crying and not being able to stop until suddenly I was in my living room, Veronica and Bailey by my sides.

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