Hello please read and reveiw my story. :) Ummm basicaly its the same story and stuff but no one has died (but ponyboys parents) Oh rated M... just in case.
Enjoy :D
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to fly out of my chest. There, right in front of me was Dallas Winston. His face pressed so close to mine I could feel his heat beating back against me, I could smell his terrible breath, I could see straight in to his cold dead eyes. I swallowed. Hard. He pushed me back against the wall, and walked over to lean against the bed post.
"I don't want to hurt you..." He said in a completely calm tone, which made me even more outraged. I looked around at the blood surrounding us and I wanted to get out. I wish Dallas would have never found me I wish I could have left before anyone saw this. "...but theres a dead body on the floor, and you need to tell me how it got there." I stood up taller and I opened my mouth but nothing came out but a short kind of whimper.
"I'm leaving back for Oklahoma tomorrow morning. I don't want you to have to come with me. But if you don't tell me what happened your leaving New York with me tomorrow." Dallas said his voice still so nonchalant, so chilling, it sent ice down my spine. "I would be doing you a favor though, the cops don't think to highly on murder." He added. I felt faint, I didn't want to think I murdered him. I wasn't a murderer. I wanted out of the room.
"Take me." Those were the only two words I was able to mumble out. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't. I just wanted the hell out of that room. I lookedover to were Dallas was leaning. Dallas just stood there, looked back at me, and started to smoke a cigarette. I couldn't handle it anymore. "TAKE ME." I yelled right before dropping to the ground.