It was at this moment that he put two and two together. He glanced briefly at the side of your bed, but immediately did a double take when he saw the wads of red-stained tissues piled up in the wastebasket. You had never had a problem with him taking control like that. I wasn’t, y’know, expecting you to do that.”ĭally was bewildered. Instantly feeling the harsh sting, you let out a yelp. Dally, however, being the ever aggressive alpha male that he is, grabbed your wrists and pinned you down. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you as you placed your hands on his shoulders and tried to pull him closer to you. He placed your body down on the bed as though he were handling a tiny porcelain doll. Without daring to pull his lips away from yours, he carried you into the bedroom. Briefly forgetting your woes, you giggled and allowed Dally to sweep you off your feet, quite literally. He planted soft, sultry kisses on your lips and all over your neck. He took this opportunity to let himself in, close the door, grab your hips and pin you up against the wall. In fact, the only way you do is when you get me all hot and bothered.” “I just…I didn’t want to bother you, that’s all.” But why didn’t ya tell me? I could’ve come over and, I dunno, took care of you or something.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it into the grass. You hated lying to him, but you knew it was for the best. I think I might be starting to come down with a cold or something.” “Are you feeling okay, Y/N? You don’t look so hot.” His eyes softened as he looked at your face.
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” you sighed, “I’ve just…I’ve just been so busy lately and, uh, I’ve…well…” “I was starting to think I didn’t have a girlfriend anymore.” “Nice to see you again, doll,” he said, an angrily bemused look in his eye. You opened the door and there stood none other than Dallas Winston himself, hands jammed into the pockets of his leather jacket and a cancer stick hanging out of his mouth. You put on a fake smile as you hurry toward the living room. Your eyes looked puffy and your cheeks were red, but there wasn’t time to fix it. You leaped off of your bed, smooth out your skirt, and check your appearance one last time in the mirror. You scrambled to bandage up your wrists and conceal them under your sleeves. Shit, you thought, please don’t let that be who I think it is. You thought about this as you dabbed away at the last little drops of blood collecting at the surface of your cuts, wincing at the piercing and itchy sensation. This is why he could never find out, would never find out. He could either react with an overzealous, fire-breathing rage or with such stone fucking cold intensity that the very thought of it chilled you to the bone. You loved Dallas with all your heart, but he was about as predictable as a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico. You weren’t sure how he would react if he found out you’d done it again.
He stopped and questioned you about it, but you dismissed it with a simple “it was a long time ago, it will never happen again,” and allowed him to continue, curious and concerned but nonetheless satisfied. You were sort of forced to admit it to him one night when he ran his hand teasingly up your thigh and felt the thin ridges of scar tissue. Or at least he knew that it had happened before. Time to deal with the feeling of miserable emptiness that you had allowed to fester for far too long, and the subsequent explosion of sharp, stinging agony now permanently etched into your wrists.ĭally knew about it, though. Time to process the chaotic mess that you call your life unfolding before you. Sure, there were times when you guys had gone days without seeing or talking to each other before, but two fucking week? You knew Dally had to be wondering what was up, but you just couldn’t face him. It’s been two whole weeks since you last saw your boyfriend, Dallas Winston. TRIGGER WARNING: This story revolves heavily around the topic of self harm and contains strong language, viewer discretion is advised. I don’t consider myself a good writer by any means, but I hope she enjoys it 😊😊 So I am fairly new to the realm of fanfiction writing (so please be nice 🤪), but a friend of mine who would like to remain anonymous has asked me to write a Dallas Winston imagine for her.
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