Doll Face Freak: Dallas x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 42

Ponyboy served a plate of eggs on the table and sat down next to me.
"Here ya go." He said.
"Thanks Pony." I smiled.
No one was up yet except for me, Pony, Johnny, and Dallas. Dally had dropped me off so that he could meet up with his friend, Tim Shepherd I believe, at Buck's for a bit.
Johnny let out an exhausted sigh as he propped his broken leg up on the table while he lounged on the couch.
He closed his eyes and started to fall asleep again.
Pony told me quietly that last night, they went to go drop off Johnny at his house. He refused to go so he stayed at the Curtis house. But his mom wasn't so happy about it. Pony said that she was at the front door yelling about how Johnny is her son she loves so dearly and that he had to come home. But mostly, it was an awful lot of language and insults.
Pony said that Johnny was hiding behind the kitchen wall from her. Darry tried with all his might not to fight back, he kindly asked her to leave and closed the door on her.
Cops came shortly after and they of course knew about the Curtis brothers. All the nonsense that Johnny's mom had spouted didn't match up so the cops left. It was almost morning by the time that fiasco ended and Johnny couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
Darry and Soda were sleeping in a bit after all the countless days they missed sleep.
"Y/N." Pony broke into my thoughts while I worriedly watched Johnny.
"Hm?" I turned to him.
"You aren't eatin any eggs." He pointed out.
He was right. I just poked and mixed them around my plate.
I sighed and put myfork down.
"Sorry, I just don't eat when something's bothering me." I confessed.
"But you have to." Pony said, "You need to for those injuries."
"Yeah, yeah." I half smiled.
I looked at his plate and smirked.
"Say," I said, "You ain't eating anything either."
Pony looked down and sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
"You okay?" I asked, "You ain't looking too good either."
Pony had pale skin and his face looked a little discolored. He even looked somewhat weak.
"Are you sick?" I asked.
"I'm fine." He crossed his arms.
I lightly pressed the back of my hand up to his forehead, it was hot.
"Pony," I said, "You have a fever."
"It's just a headache." He denied.
"No, you're sick." I gave him a look.
"Who's sick?" A voice came out from the hallway.
It was Darry. He was getting ready for work.
"No one!" Pony blurted out.
He winced because he knew it was a bad lie.
"Pony." Darry said in his dad voice.
He too also checked Pony's temperature.
"Glory, you're burning up." He said, "No going out, alright? Stay inside and go straight to bed, ya need more rest. No smoking either or I'll skin ya."
"Alright." Pony sighed, getting up, "Don't pull any more muscles or Soda'll skin ya."
Darry let out a chuckle and Pony marched right back to bed.
"Mornin' Y/N." Darry greeted me, "Feeling better?"
"Feeling Peachy Keen." I said.
Darry looked at Johnny on the couch with a worried expression.
"I dunno how that boy deals with that all the time." He mumbled, referring to his parents.
A silence filled the house until it was abruptly interrupted by a shout.
"Ey! Hey guys!"
We all looked up and it was Steve and Two-Bit.
They had wide grins across their faces as they walked through the door.
"Johnnycake!" Two whooped.
Johnny jolted awake and looked around frantically.
Steve and Two ran up to hug him.
"Ow ow ow!" Johnny hissed.
"Oh shoot, sorry." Steve chuckled, looking at Johnny's leg.
"None taken." Johnny smiled after the pain faded.
"We missed you, Man!" Two laughed happily, "We thought you was goners! Where's the horse at?"
"Back in bed, he ain't feeling too good so lay off." Darry said from the kitchen.
"And Dal?" Steve asked.
"He said he's coming back in a bit." I said.
"Oh shoot, Y/N." Two sat next to me, "You got the worst."
He tapped the wheelchair with his foot and examined all my injuries.
"Yeah no shit." I sarcastically replied.
"Daaaamn, girl." Two put his hand on his chest dramatically, "What ever happened to the shy, quiet, goody girl?"
"Burned in the fire." I smirked.
Steve let out a laugh as he took a huge bite from a piece of chocolate cake in his bare hands.
"You look like you just ate booty!" Two burst out laughing and pointing at Steve's face.
Steve wiped some of the chocolate that was smeared all over his face and looked at Two with mischief.
"Aw hell nah!" He got up, knowing what Steve was thinking about, "Don't you dare put that shit all over me, I don't wanna stain another perfectly good Mickey shirt."
Steve ignored and chased Steve around the house, hollering like a wild pig.
Johnny was starting to laugh at the both of them running around. Darry rolled his eyes and went back to getting ready.
"Darry!" Soda yelled from the bathroom, "You seen my jeans?"
"I just ironed them!" Darry yelled back.
It seemed like all the loud fun and careless days were back in the Curtis house.
But it died down when Dallas entered.
"Hey! Wassup Dally!" Steve went to greet Dal with a grin.
Dal simply grunted and walked away. Steve looked back in confusion.
"What the hell is your problem." Steve muttered quietly.
Two shrugged and went to go get a beer from the fridge.
"Welcome back baby." I said.
"Hey." He said.
Only a "hey"?
"Dallas." I said, grabbing onto his sleeve before he walked pass me, "Come here."
I leaned up a bit to kiss him. He bent down and kissed me. But only, it wasn't his usual kiss. It was quick and it had no passion.
He pulled away and went to go get a beer along with Two.
Once he got one, he opened it and chugged half of a bottle. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the television.
"Dal?" Johnny asked, "You okay."
"I'm fine." He said a bit sternly.
Johnny and I looked at each other with uncertainty.
"Hey." Steve spoke up to take away the awkward energy, "The rumble's tonight, can't wait to stomp on 'em nasty Socs!"
"Amen sister!" Two raised his beer bottle, "Too bad Johnny and Pony can't fight."
"It's alright." Johnny said, "I'm sure y'all could win without me. I don't really like to fight anyway. And even if I did join it, they'd know who I am and beat me to a pulp."
"Aw don't say that Johnny." Steve ruffled Johnny's hair, "If your leg ain't broken in half, you'd help carry the team. And you got us behind your back. You're a tuff guy."
The compliment made Johnny turn a tint of red.
"I'm lookin forward to beat my record." Two grinned and punched the air.
"I'm lookin to beat five at a time!" Steve added, getting hyped, "What do you wanna do in the rumble, buddy?"
Soda was next to him and he thought for a moment.
"To have fun like always!" Soda smiled brightly.
"Last time you got a black eye so swollen you couldn't see for a week!" Darry playfully punched Soda.
"Yeah, but I got a streak!" Soda said back with a smile, "That was fun. And I know your goal Darry."
"Yeah, what?"
"To make ten Socs run away instead of five last time when they see your muscles." Soda wheeze laughed.
"You're lucky you're my kid brother or else you'd be the one running for the hills." Darry got his shoes on.
Soda just stifled a laugh with a snicker.
"What are you lookin forward to Dal?" Two asked.
We waited silently to hear his answer.
He took a swig from his beer, shrugged, and went back to watching TV with a mean look.
Everyone's smile faded and they all stopped talking. Even Two because he went to watch cartoons with him.
I rolled my wheelchair next to him.
"Baby-," I said softly as I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Just leave me alone." He sternly said, turning away from me.
Everyone watched us in a dead silence.
"O-Okay, I'll leave you alone." I nodded.
I started to roll away when Soda helped push me. Soon, they all followed into the kitchen and left Dally alone in the living room.
"He's being a major dick today." Steve grumbled.
"Don't say that." Johnny squeaked, "He's probably going through some things."
"Did something happen Y/N?" Darry asked.
"Did he fight with you?" Steve asked.
"Cheat on you?" Two asked.
"No!" I shook my head, "I...He just feels bad about the fire I guess, he didn't save me and Johnny so he's pouring the guilt all over himself."
"But it wasn't his fault." Johnny said.
"That's what I said." I agreed, "But, you can't change his mind."
"When he's set, he's set." Darry sighed, "Ima head to work, see y'all soon. Soda, Steve, you both better go along too or else you'll be late to work."
They nodded and all three of them left the house.
We were all left here in the house. Johnny and I couldn't go far because of our injuries. Pony was asleep again in bed. Plus, Two and Dally just wanted to lay back and relax. It was best that we all did. It was the most eventful week I've had there.
Next thing we knew, it was past afternoon. Steve and Soda came back and soon Darry did. They all scattered around the house, preparing for the big rumble tonight. They did anything to get themselves hyped and ready to fight.
"Y/N, Johnny, Ponyboy?" Darry asked us, putting on his shirt.
We all turned and gave him our attention.
"Y'all stay here, 'Kay?" He ordered, "Don't so much as stick your head out the windows."
Johnny and I nodded our heads. Pony was sound asleep in the bedroom again.
"Everyone ready?!" Two-Bit announced as he held a couple beers in his arms.
"Hell yeah!" Steve and Soda shouted back in unison, play fighting with each other.
"Save that energy for 'em Socs." Darry told them, "You ready, Dal?"
"Yeah." He said lowly, putting on his black leather jacket.
I thought his mood would get better with time, but it seemed to get worse.
"Let's go!" Darry cheered, running out the door.
Soda, Steve, and Two followed hollering and whooping. Their loud cheers of excitement could still be heard from the streets.
Dallas, on the other hand, slowly stood up from the couch and walked to the door.
"Wait!" I blurted out.
He stopped and turned back.
"I...," I started to say, "I don't want you to go."
"What?" Dallas asked, "But I have to, I have to win. And a rumble ain't a rumble without me."
"I just feel worried, you know?" I sighed, "And your arm is still injured."
"I'm fine! I can fight." He irritatingly said back.
Johnny looked away and walked into the hallway to give us privacy.
"I know you can." I said, "But beating up people won't solve anything."
"Yes it does, it'll show who's boss." He growled, "Now quit bothering me so I could go to the rumble."
"Dallas, what's wrong?" I asked him, sighing, "You've been acting up all day. Is it cus of me?"
"No." He grumbled quietly.
"What?"
"I said No!"
"Then what?!"
"Me!" He yelled, "The fire, the fight when we were kids, me being a dick to you, everything! Your suffering and what not, it's all because of me! You wouldn't have gotten hurt, I wouldn't have made your life even more miserable when we were kids if I wasn't there. If I didn't bring you to the church you wouldn't be like this. It's not okay and it will never be Y/N! I-I could've even lost Johnny...I fucking hate myself! I can't do anything right!"
He kicked the wall and scowled. He had a look as dangerous as a tiger's but it was started to breaking slightly into sadness.
I was completely shocked, he still dwelled on our past. I opened my mouth to say something when Dallas interrupted.
"It's better if I leave now." He said in a low voice, "So I don't hurt you anymore."
"No please!" I held onto his arm with my only good arm, "I love you Dallas, I feel happy and safe when I'm with you."
"Bullshit." He coldly spat, "How could you love me for what I did? I'm the piece of shit who ruined your life."
"Please don't say that!" I started crying, gripping onto his arm tighter.
"What do you want me to say?! Lie and tell you that I brought joy into your life? Whatever, I'm leaving, I'm just making it all worse."
I shook my head and held onto him tighter.
"Let go of me!" He snapped.
"No!" I yelled.
He tugged roughly but I kept clinging on.
"Y/N get off of me!" He yelled.
He pulled harder, so hard that it pulled me off the wheelchair. I felt pain seep throughout my body but I still held on.
"Y/N!" He cried out in worry and anger.
He suddenly pushed me back on the wheelchair, he didn't mean to push me back with so much force but he couldn't control his body, or his mind.
I yelped in pain as I fell back.
Dallas grabbed my non injured wrist tightly and went face to face with me. This was the most dangerous mood he's been that I've ever witnessed.
Dallas' eyes were wide and fiery, his eyebrows knitted, contorting his face. His sharp teeth clenched and his breathing was heavy.
"What were you thinking?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
I closed my eyes and turned away a bit, feeling myself get shaken by him.
"Stupid!" He scolded violently, "Why didn't you just let go?! You're injured and you could've gotten worse, you idiot!"
I was shaking and I held my side feeling the pain fade a bit.
But his harsh grip on my wrist squeezed me so tightly that it felt like it was going to snap. His nails dug into my skin, I feared that blood was going to appear. I winced and I felt burning tears flow down my face.
"D-Dallas!" I managed to cry out, clawing at his hand, "It hurts!"
He looked down at his hand and he turned white. His grip loosened and I was able to slip out. I was right, there was some blood from the divots he made on my wrist. I felt so scared, I was uncontrollably whimpering and crying while holding my arm.
His wide eyes shifted from his hands to me. His breathing quickened tremendously and he shook his head over and over again.
A noise that I couldn't make out escaped from inside of him. I blinked and he had already ran out the front door.