Long Road Out (Dallas Winston love story)

Chapter 9

I got a call from the police station 2 weeks after Dallas had his rant about his parents. Sean and Dallas worked things out eventually, they would always love each other. They are brothers. The call was Dallas had been jailed and this time for 3 months, I was filled with anger. How could he be so stupid, Dallas was so smart he was dumb.

I made way to the station and saw a bruised up Dallas sitting there with a huge smile on his face. I gave him that look so he would know I was pissed. He still didn't back down.

"No bail this time Annabeth I'm in real trouble." He kicked up his feet on the officer desk. I smacked his leg signaling to put his feet down.

"Dally, are you kidding me. 3 months you are gonna be gone. This isn't funny." I scolded him. He still kept smiling.

"Just take care of my Sylvia for me. I know she is worried." He said like I had to. I stayed quiet, I was still angry. That made Dallas was upset.

"Hey, what is your deal Annabeth. It's only 3 months. Stop pouting." He snapped at me.

"Do you not understand we care about you, that you getting jailed is not funny Dal! Now I have to take care of Sylvia and Sean because you can't contain yourself!" I argued with him.

"Ever since I got with her you have been nothing but moody, I thought we were supposed to help each others find our 'soulmate'! You have been an ass since I've found someone I love." He sat up in his chair so tense he was shaking.

"I'm just done doing shit for you! I bend over backwards for you and this is the thanks I get! Go fuck yourself and have fun in jail asshole!" I stormed out before he could say anything, I was so angry.

When I told Sylvia about Dallas, she looked upset. She didn't wanna talk she just left for work without saying a word. After that I lay in my bed and was thinking. I was still so angry. I drifted into a sleep. I dreamed of my Mom and my Dad, if they still were together and if he still was alive. I missed them, I barley even thought of them anymore.

When I woke up someone had walked in and was heading upstairs. When I looked at the time it was 4 am, I had slept all day. I went into the hall and downstairs was Sylvia sitting at the bar, she looked guilty.

"Hey Sylvia, it's early." I sat down next her.

"I cheated on Dallas, I don't know why. I just can't handle Dallas anymore. The worse part is I had a good time just being around the person, I was happy. I don't know what to do." She was guilty.  It still gives her no right to cheat.

    "I understand why,  just do what seems best to do."  I  rested my hand on her shoulder.  All I could feel was pity for Dallas, he loves Sylvia.  More than the world.

    After a discussion on why she should either come clean or break things off with Dallas, she left.  I walked to the Curtis house and crashed on their couch.  I did that for 2 months until one night I decide to sleep in my own bed.

    For the past two months I felt sad about Sylvia did.  And when I walked into the door I saw a drunk Dallas on the couch, just laying there.

    "Dally what are you doing out of jail?" I walked in slowly.

     "Good behavior, went to go surprise Sylvia.  And I got a surprise.  She was in bed with another guy.  Just having time of her life.  So I broke things off and here I am with my bottle of Jack Daniels." He slurred his words.

     I sat with him on the couch.  I should have told him but I thought she would come clean.  I took a drink with him.  We just laid on the couch and bitched about life. I went to the kitchen to grab water.  Dallas walked up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waste.

     "I love you..."  Dallas whispers as he lays his head on my shoulder.

    "Dally you're drunk."  I told him,  he could barley stand up.

    "Annabeth, I love you."  He kisses my neck all over.  He keeps saying I love you.  His hand rubbing my thigh.

    "Dally stop, you are drunk you don't know what you're saying."  I push him off of me.  His face looks upset,  I know he hurts a lot but I'm not the answer.  I wanna hear those words without him drinking his feelings.

     "No, I know exactly what I'm saying.  I love you.  Annabeth, I love you so much, I thought you loved me back."  He sounded hurt.

    "I love you too Dal....but you aren't gonna be like this when you wake up tomorrow.  You aren't gonna love me when you wake up."  I guided him to his room and so he could lay down.  When he lay in his bed he turned and looked at me.

     "Stay with me."  He asked.  I listened to him.  I lay down with him and turn to face him.  He wrapped his arms around me.

    "I love you." He said one last time before he fell asleep.