"and for this first time in 20 years, the doors of the Curtis residence, were locked."
DALLAS WINSTON
* I am putting a trigger warning on here because I know this subject is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. It will only mention it a few time...
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𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠
"Come on, wake up. I'm taking you to school today," a rough voice spoke barging into my room in the morning.
I kept still, listening as their footsteps traveled to the large window that sat right across from the edge of my bed.
I heard them throw open my curtains, followed by the window blinds, and then a groan.
"Shit," the person cursed. It was Dallas, "it's dark out."
I slowly opened my eyes, letting the light adjust to the darkness. I glanced to the clock on my dresser across the room.
"Six o'clock?" I tiredly asked. My gaze shifted to the boy that now stood by my door. He looked at me with a 'duh' look.
"I mean yeah. You have to leave at 7:30. Girls usually take five hours to get ready," he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes. A smile crept onto my face.
"It takes me like ten minutes to get ready. But since you woke me up early," I paused, ripping the covers off of my body and slowly standing up. I placed my hands on my hips and looked back up at Dally, "I guess I could actually try and look decent."
I walked over to him, placing my hand on my doorknob and twisting it open. I placed my other hand on his stomach, and shoving him out the door. He gave me a small glare, but I returned it with a smile before slamming the door in his face.
I heard him groan again.
"I know you can't see me, but I'm flipping you off!" He yelled roughly. I started to laugh. He said that literally everyday, and it never failed to make me laugh.
"How come you haven't gotten ready yet? We leave in five minutes!" Dally angrily hollered at me once I rushed into the living room.
I stopped myself, looking at him embarrassed.
"I.., I am ready," I stuttered. His eyes went wide and he cursed to himself. I let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of my neck. Dally apologized and got on his feet, heading to the front door. He grabbed ahold of my book bag, throwing it to me.
It smashed into my stomach which caused me to groan. I stood up straight in pain. Considering it was that time of the month, and I had terrible cramps, being hit in the stomach wasn't peachy and it was going to hurt.
He quickly apologized again, glancing at me, and then to the door. I slowly started to walk towards him. Suddenly, he threw the door open and ran outside.
My last class of the day was my art period. My teacher had us going to random spots of the school that we felt was most relaxing to finish up any project we had.
I didn't have any projects I was behind on or didn't have done, so I was starting a new one.
I sat alone in the bleachers of the gymnasium that was empty. I rested my feet on the bench in front of me, slumping as I sat.
A blank canvas sat in my lap. I looked back and fourth between that and the picture that sat beside me of the whole family at Darry's graduation.
I was just about done when I heard skeins entering the gym. I shifted my gaze upwards, seeing Dally strutting in with his hands in his pockets.
I quickly sat up, throwing the canvas to the side and looking at him confused, and soft if in shock.
"How the- what the- you don't even go here. How did you find me? How did you even get in? Why are you everywhere I am? What the heck are you doing here?" I flooded him with questions which caused him to laugh. He stopped in front of me and looked at his feet, "I mean, I'm sorry. That was rude of me," I softly spoke. I slowly collected all of my belongings, but still making conversation, "how was your day, Dal?"
He stared up at me. I noticed the ring on his finger was missing. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"It was okay, I guess. Spent the day with Sylvia," he spoke. I felt my heart stop, breaking a little. I stayed silent.
She used and abused him. She cheated on him many times with people that were close to him. She didn't care about him, and everyone knew that expect for him, even if everyone tried telling him. No one deserved to be in a relationship like that.
I slightly nodded at his words, pursing my lips together and standing up. I sling my book bag over my shoulder.
"That's nice," I made up, "I'm glad you're happy."
Dally smiled, "thanks. I think that she's the doll for me. I think that we're not gonna break up anymore, and we're gonna last forever. I dunno, I hope so. I have a good feeling about this time."
He took a seat on the bleachers, pulling the cigarette from behind his ear and sticking it between his lips.
I fished gathering my stuff up and walked past him off of the bleachers. He looked at me confused.
"Where are you going? I'm taking you home," he shouted to me. Our eyes met. I nodded.
"I just have to go put my things back," I nervously said, "but I'll meet you in your car when the bell rings?"
He stayed silent, eying me up and down. I pulled my skirt down a little to feel more comfortable, and I hugged my jacket to my body.
"You don't like the idea of Sylvia and I together again, don't you?" He questioned. I scrunched my nose. He chuckled, "of course you don't. What's wrong with her anyways?"
"I- Dally, I didn't say anything," I calmly spoke as I shrugged my shoulders. I watched the boy sit up.
"You didn't have to," he growled. I held in a sigh. The bell rung. I nervously looked at him, pointing over my shoulder towards the door.
"I better go take my things back, Dallas. I'll see you in a few minutes."
