Brought Together✔️

Chapter 30

                                                                                  Brooklyn P.O.V.

That night Dallas comes over and we order pizza and begin to watch a show called "The Haunting of Hill House". I do get scared a few times which causes me to climb into Dallas's lap and hide my face in his neck. He chuckles at my response to being startled, "It's just a show sweetheart I'll protect you," he'd whisper in my ear. Each time I jumped which caused a smile small to grow on my lips as he twirled a piece of my hair as he always did when holding me. A sweet small gesture but it made me feel protected. Safe even. 

Even now when I'm laying on his chest trying to fall asleep his fingers twirl a strand of hair as his chest raises then deflates with each breath. I focus on the sound of his heartbeat as my eyes drift close. Dallas kisses than my head whisper quietly, "Good night sweetheart, sleep well."

"And the jury has come to the verdict that Dallas Grey is guilty of murdering David Bennett and Alice Carlisle in the second degree and is sentenced to 15 years in prison," the judge says, and before I have a second to react the officers have placed Dallas into handcuffs." "NO!" I scream as I see Dallas, my everything, being dragged away from me. Tears run freely down his cheeks as he mouths I didn't do it and I love you, sweetheart. He didn't do this he couldn't have my Dallas would never hurt anyone let alone hurt them. Not my father. They always got along he couldn't have killed them right? My eyes go back to Dallas as he's forced into a side room, his back turned to me but I can only imagine the sadness I'd see in his eyes if he turned his face. Angelica, Erica, Dawson, and I are hugging each other as we all cry knowing Dallas is being ripped away from us without getting to say goodbye. 

"Dallas!" I scream and my eyes fly as I sit up. my cheeks feel wet, I'm sweaty as well as out of breath. Suddenly I feel two strong arms wrap around me but I push them off. I turn around to see Dallas sitting there, his eyes wide with worry and obviously very tired. I wrap my arms around him tightly as I hide my face into his neck and begin to cry, "Dallas" I whisper and he wraps his arms around me and runs his hands over my back and kisses my hair "I'm right here, what's wrong sweetheart?" he says quietly and holds me close. 

"I h-had a nightmare," I say slightly embarrassed at how childish it sounds, however, the judge's voice still rings In my head. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly and sweetly and I take a deep breath before sitting up Dallas does the same and pulls me into his lap and leans my side against his chest. He begins to twirl a piece of my hair like he always does, which somehow manages to calm me slightly "Whenever you're ready" he says softly and kisses the side of my hair, "You um," I pause briefly before continuing, "You were sent to jail for murdering Alice a-and my f-father" I say tears blurring my vision, ''I didn't get to say goodbye to you" I say looking down and playing with my hands

. Perhaps I should be more upset over the fact that I had a dream in which Dallas was convicted of murdering my father however, I know he couldn't have done it they always got along. Dallas takes his free hand in mine, "You know I didn't, and your father? You know I'd never do that to you. You know me, Brook. You know your father and I always got alone" he says calmly, quietly, but still very serious. I nod.

"I know you didn't Dallas, I know." I say and squeeze his hand reassuringly, "Do you want to try to go back to sleep?" Dallas asks after we stay silent with him drawing shapes in the palm of my hand and twirling my hair while I lay on his chest, "Yes, please." I say and move off his lap while we both lay back down and I lay back onto his chest. Dallas wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head, "Good night sweetheart" he whispers, "Goodnight" I whisper back and we both fall asleep, but this time with no nightmares to wake me up.

I wake that afternoon to Dallas moving under me to readjust, I assume. I hear him sigh, I turn my head to look at him, "Hi" I whisper and watch as he gives a small smile, "Good morning" he whispers.

We both get up and decide to not get dressed since we're going nowhere. We eat breakfast without speaking much, I think both of us are still thinking about last night and my nightmare. We continue our day as the thought of college lingers in my mind. 

Currently, we're sitting on the couch watching a random episode of "Greys Anatomy". "Dallas" I ask suddenly. he looks at me and answers "Yes sweetheart" he answers and pauses the show. I turn slightly on the couch to face him and he looks at me confused, "College" I start and watch his face stir into more confusion "What about it?" he says calmly "What are we going to do? I mean do you know where you're going? Do you think we'll last?" I ask going a million miles a minute. 

Dallas takes my hand in his "Baby calm down first, I'm not sure honestly and no I don't where I'm going I should probably figure that out but I'm still a person of interest who'd want me to be at their college? As for your last question I'm slightly offended, of course, I think we'll last." he says which slightly calms me but I also frown at the last part 

"No, of course, I think we'll last I just," I say not knowing what I mean but he nods in understanding "I get it, baby, but just calm down okay?" we still have what three or four months till we graduate?" he says calmly and I nod "Okay," I say then move and lean into his side "You can't get rid of me, brook, no matter how what" he whispers then presses play to continue to show.