Jally

Only You

     Hey y'all a few things. This literally has nothing to do with this song, but by all means play it if you want to.
     Another, I will be going back to school August 8th, 2019, so I will not be updating as quickly.
     There was something else, but I've forgotten it already. Let's see if I remember by the time I finish writing this.
     Oh and this isn't it but I couldn't find what Johnny's middle name was so I made one up.

     "I love you so much Johnny," he said, holding my hand as we walked down the street.
     I blushed, and smiled at him. "Aw shucks Dal, I love you too," I giggled childishly.
     He twirled me around, and I giggled harder. He stopped me, suddenly, then brought me close to his chest in a tight embrace. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, passionately kissing me.
     "Dally," I whispered into his mouth.  "Somebody's gonna see us!"
     The gang didn't know about us being a thing; I wasn't ready to tell them, and Dally, surprisingly, respected my wish.
     Of course, that didn't mean he was super careful. We were only one block over from the Curtis's, any one of them could have seen us.
     "And why the hell would I care? You're mine, and I want everybody to know!" He said, smirking down at me.
     "Dal, if my father hears about this, I'm dead. You understand that, right?" I asked meekly.
     His expression quickly sobered up, and he nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry kid."
     "It's ok baby," I told him, taking his hand in mine.
     He grinned like crazy, he loved when I called him that. Blushing, he mumbled, "Come on let's go see what the Curtis's are doing."
     I nodded, letting him lead me.
     "Johnathan William Cade," a voice snarled from behind me and I froze.
     I spun on my heel. "D-dad? What are you d-doing here?" I whimpered.
     "More important question," he growled. "Who the fuck is this, AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HOLDING HIS HAND?"
     I flinched back at his scream. "N-nobody dad. He's nobody..."
     Dally pushed me behind him. "Yeah, hi, I'm Dallas Winston, and I'm your sons boyfriend," he told my father straight up.
     I winced, and felt my face go pale. "Dal, stop, please," I begged him quietly.
     "You are his what?"
     "You heard me the first time old man," Dally snapped.
     I groaned, at a complete loss for words. "Stoppppp," I hissed.
     My father walked right up to Dally and punched him in the face. I could tell he wasn't ready for that and he fell straight to the ground out cold.
     I whimpered as my father came and stood over me, glaring down at me. "Get up, now," he snapped, and when I didn't move he roughly grabbed me, pulling me up and twisting my arm painfully behind my back.
     I whimpered, and he slapped me. "Dad, please-"
     He slapped me again. "You are no son of mine."
     Tears pricked my eyes, and I looked down. He half drug me home, and I half stumbled.
     When we were inside, he threw me down on the floor, the took his belt off.
     I mentally prepared myself for the beating that was to come.
     He slapped the belt across my face, and I cried out in surprise more than pain. He hit me harder and harder with the belt, using the metal end of it.
     I could feel blood running down my forehead, and when he finally stopped hitting me with the belt, I curled up in a ball, one hand covering my head.
     I thought my father was finished until I felt his steel toed boot in my stomach. I let out a high pitched whimper, earning me another one.
     "You are no son of mine, and you never will be!" He constantly screamed in my face until I was a sobbing, bloody mess.
     He finally stopped kicking me, and I watched him through half open eyes. I could now feel blood trickling out of my nose and lip, along with my forehead.
     My father grabbed something off the mantle, a glass vase. Staring coldly down at me, he slammed the vase into my head. It shattered everywhere, stabbing into my exposed skin. Everything went dark after that.

     "What the fuck did you do to him?" I heard someone screech as if they were under water.
     Using all my strength I opened my eyes. "Dal?" I croaked.
     He looked down at me sympathetically, and gave me a small smile. Then he turned back to my father. Dal swung his arm back, then shot it forward to where it collided with my fathers face. I heard something crack, and my father crumpled to the ground.
    "Dally?" I tried again, and he knelt down beside me.
     "It's ok, kid," he soothed. "I'm here now."
     He picked me up gently, cradling me to his chest. "Let's get you home and cleaned up, ok?"