This Might Hurt A Little-A Dallas Winston Fanfiction

I Was Made For Loving You

He didn't have to spell out what he was going to do. I knew the second he started fumbling with his belt buckle. I tried to scream but, my throat was so dry and I just couldn't get my voice to work. Thankfully, I hadn't been alone that night.

"Get off her!" A familar voice shouted and Jackson had gone crashing to the ground, Dallas on top of him.

I heard the sickening sound of flesh on flesh and I knew Dallas had broken Jackson's nose. He sat on top of him, knees on his elbows, keeping him pinned to the ground. My brother used to do that to me when we were younger when we would get into a fight so, I knew how bad that hurt. Blood was pouring from Jackson's nose and for a second I thought Dallas had killed him. But, Jackson started squirming like crazy, at least until Dallas rested his switch blade on his throat.

"What the hell were you going to do to her?" Dallas screamed, pressing the edge of the blade against Jackson's strained skin.

"Nothing. Honest." Jackson managed to get out in between his rapid breaths.

"Don't play dumb soc." Dallas taunted him further, pressing the blade a bit harder onto Jackson's neck.

It hit me then that Dallas was going to kill him. Maybe Jackson deserved it, hell he probably did, but I couldn't stand anymore violence. 

"Don't do this, Dallas. Please." I nearly begged him, my hands shaking the worst they ever had.

He snapped his head in my direction, "Don't you know what he was going to do?"

I nodded but, I couldn't get myself to speak. I hated Jackson but, that didn't mean I wanted him dead. Enough blood had already been spilled.

Dallas looked back at me and then Jackson, "You touch her ever again and I'll slit your throat so wide nobody will be able to save you." 

He dragged the blade across Jackson's cheek, making a deep x into Jackson's face, blood rushing out. He hopped off and then kicked Jackson once more in the chest.

"Get lost soc!"

Jackson spit in his direction but, hopped into his car and sped away. Dallas came rushing over to me, terror on his face and I realized it was because I was bawling.

"He didn't touch ya, did he?"  He asked, holding his hands out but, not quite touching me, almost like he was afraid to.

I shook my head and took a few deep breaths, "I'm okay."

His hands brushed against my face and I ignored the flutter in my chest.

"Come walk with me." He said softly.

"Where are you headed?"

"Shepards." I stopped following him.

Tim Shepard scared me and I wasn't going to hide it.

"Oh come on Scarlett, I didn't save ya' just so Tim could go and kill ya. You'll be okay." He motioned me forward.

"Why didn't you tell me you remembered me in the hospital?" I asked him after a couple of minutes of walking in silence.

If I wouldn't have known better I would have sworn he blushed, "Girls get weird when they see someone dyin'. I didn't know if you still wanted that."

"You weren't dying. Don't kid yourself." I joked.

He shot me a perfect smile through the darkness, "You dig okay."

It was the first time he has even came close to complimenting me.

"You dig okay yourself."

We walked in silence the rest the way to Tims. It felt wrong to break the silence, like we would have been committing some sort of crime.

"Just stay close to me, okay?" Dallas whispered in my ear when we walked up to Tim's and wrapped his arm around my waist.

There were boys and men passed out in Tim's front yard and bottles spread across the yard, not to mention the yelling that could be heard clear down the street. When we walked in a few boys let out a hoot at me and Dallas gave them a variety of hand motions. I passed a mirror while walking through the house and I could tell I had a mixture of dirt and bruises on my skin so, at the time I thought it was funny the boys were so interested in me.

Dallas stopped a boy that had dark hair that fell almost to his shoulders, "Where's Shepard?"

"I'll tell you that if you tell me who this is." The boy looked me up and down.

Dallas shoved him against the wall, forearm against the boy's throat, "Where's Shepard?"

The boy just let out a laugh and that was one of the main ways I found out he was stoned out of his mind, "Relax Winston. He's in the back."

Dallas cracked a smile and ruffled up the kids hair, "Thanks Tripp."

Dallas pulled me along to the back room that was so full of smoke I could have gotten a contact high from being in there for more than a minute. Tim Shepard was playing pool with nobody I recognized. I'd never met him before but, I'd heard about him. He had a sharp and mean look to him with eyes just like Dallas's. Eyes that resented the world.

"Dallas! How ya' doin' man?" He shouted when he saw us and tossed his pool stick towards someone else.

"Pretty good, man." Dallas shook his hand, "Can we crash here?"

Tim shrugged, "Sure, whatever ya' need." He looked at me like he just realized I was standing there, "Who's this?"

"Scarlett Peterson." I gave him a smile and introduced myself. 

Better to make a good impression than a bad one and have it come back to bite me.

"Nice to meet ya." His manners seemed good enough, "Feel free to use the room upstairs."

"Thanks man." Dallas slapped Tim on the back before grabbing my hand again and leading me upstairs.

I couldn't help but notice how many girls were staring at Dallas with lust in their eyes as they called out his name. They knew him and that bothered me.

Tim's spare room was messy but, no worse than what I expected and a whole lot better than wandering around Tulsa at nighttime all by my lonesome.

"Look, if you don't wanna' sleep in the same bed as me, that's cool. I can sleep on the floor or somethin'." Dallas muttered, throwing his jacket in the corner with other clothes.

I smiled even though he wasn't looking at me, "No, I don't mind."

I remember I thought he looked nervous, "Okay, whatever you say. I ain't gonna' take advantage of ya."

"I didn't think you were going to." I told him honestly, taking off my shoes and sliding underneath the covers in the bed.

He hit the light and made his way over to the bed, stumbling a bit through the darkness. He slid next to me and pulled my hips and laid my head down on his chest. As soon as that happened I knew it was right, that things were going to make sense again. He smelled of cigarettes and fresh air, a bizarre contrast when it came down to it but, pleasant nevertheless. It was the type of scent I could bury myself in. 

"You're one of the only girls who ain't afraid of me." He traced patterns on the small of my back with his fingers.

"I know you won't hurt me." I said gently back.

The thumping of the music from the party could be heard clear down the street but, I swear for a few seconds the only people in the world were Dallas and I.

He took a few minutes before responding, maybe hoping I would fall asleep so I couldn't hear his hushed response, "I won't."