the broken | dallas winston

(7) on the run

Scarlett Curtis:

I finally stopped running after what felt like hours. I was far enough from home now and I'm pretty sure I lost whoever ran out of the house after me. I start slowing down and take in my surroundings. There are a lot of people out walking on the streets and screwing around. The sun is just now setting, the sky filling up with the beautiful colors of the sunset.

I sigh as I lean against a pole on a random corner and pull a smoke out of my back pocket. I light it as I look up at the sky. Sunsets remind me of Pony so whenever I can catch one, I sit back and watch until the sky is completely dark.

I smile at the thought of my brother. I feel guilty for causing a scene like I did and leaving without telling anyone where I was going but I had to. I know they care about me but I don't want anyone to ask me how I'm doing or baby me because I lost Mikey.

I don't even wanna think about him and all people do is constantly ask me if I'm okay. It's a stupid question, honestly. Who would be okay after seeing their best friend dead?

I shake my head and try and focus on the beautiful bright colors above me but I just can't. I need something to distract me from what I keep thinking about, from the images that keep popping up in my head. My eyes wander across the street, my eyes lighting up when I see the flickering red 'liquor' sign. I smirk before throwing my cigarette and stomping on it. I quickly jog towards the store.

I look around through the window before going into the store. I open the door slowly and slip into the store, trying my hardest to not draw attention toward myself. I tip toe to a random section and eye two bottles of something I have never even seen before.

"Hey, pretty lady!" I hear the cashier at the front of the store call out. I roll my eyes as I turn slowly to face the man. He arches a brow when he gets a full look at me. "You look a little young to be walkin' around in a liquor."

"And you look a little too old to be callin' me 'pretty lady'," I say with a smirk as I use hand quotes. He looks shocked that I spoke up for myself and I can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips.

I know his eyes are watching my every move as I look over all of the bottles that are neatly next to each other in rows. I take a step back and tap my finger against my lips as if I'm thinking about which one to buy.

"You better have money for that," He says as I pick up a bottle. Not just any bottle but the bottle that Mikey bought for us to drink on my birthday. The same birthday we almost kissed. I smile happily to myself as I pick up another bottle. I still feel the man's eyes wandering all over my body. As I reach the door, I turn to the man with a sarcastic smile.

"Word of advice, don't hit on younger girls!" I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice as I hold the two bottles of liquor above my head with pride. "That's how you get robbed, asshole!"

I laugh loudly as I fly out of the door and onto the busy streets of Tulsa. I can hear him cursing at me as he chases after me but it only makes me laugh even harder.

"Get back here you little slut!" The man yells after me. "Somebody stop her!"

"Screw you, pedo!" I yell back. I turn my head a little and see he has stopped running and stands at the corner out of breathe. I laugh as I raise my arms in victory. I keep on running, knowing I have to get to somewhere safe so no cops catch me drinking or stealing.

My body comes to a stop after a few moments of running. My eyes go wide when I see I'm at the park where Pony and Jonny stabbed Bob that night over a year ago. I shiver as I think about that awful week. I really thought I lost Pony, Johnny, and Dallas that week.

Dallas Winston, ugh!

At the thought of his name, I open the bottle and take a huge sip. I make a disgusted face as the liquid burns my throat and makes me cough. I don't care that it burns and tastes awful, I just need something that will mess me up and I know damn well this will have me screwed.

I take another sip as I walk over to the playground set. I cough as I climb up the slide and sit at the very top, setting the other bottle of liquor down beside me. My eyes wander over to the fountain, sending another shiver down my spin.

This was my brother a little over a year ago. He was the one who ran away from home and got himself into some serious trouble. Now look at me! You'd think I would have learned something from my baby brother but clearly not considering I'm hiding from the fuzz with two stolen liquor bottles.

I take another sip of the disgusting drink and gag to myself as soon as I swallow. This shit is awful but I can already feel the familiar buzzing in my head and the tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. I smile to myself as I force myself to chug the rest of the fairly large bottle.

I cough for a second before I laugh loudly. I throw the bottle as hard as I can. I watch as it hits the side of the fountain, breaking into thousands of tiny pieces.

"I miss you, man," I say out loud as I throw my head back and look at the dark sky above me. "I know wherever the hell you are, you're yellin' at me for being so stupid I know."

I feel the tears forming again and this time there is no one around to see them, so I let them fall. I shake my head as I reach for the other bottle and open it, taking a huge sip.

"I really don't know what the hell I'm gonna do without you here," I say out loud again. "I'm not gonna make it on my own."

I smile to myself, "I wish you were here to talk to me about Dally or to be drinking this awful shit with me. I wish we were still screwing around with Socs and breaking into the drive-in."

I let out a small laugh at some of our crazy memories before a sob comes out to. I wipe my eyes as I take another sip of the drink. My heads spins and pounds so I lay back against the slide, my eyes focusing on the bright stars above me.

"I'm gonna make you proud, Mikey," I say with a smile, the tears never stop rolling down my cheeks. "I promise, man."

I close my eyes, my tears never stopping and the smile never fading. My moment is ruined by the sound of loud sirens, making me groan. I sit up, my head spinning as my eyes focus on the bright lights from the cop car parked next to the park.

"Well, shit."

i really like this chapter :)