Dallas widened his eyes as he looked at the bleeding boy on the hard ground of Tulsa. He dropped the heater in his hands and got on his knees, shaking the body roughly. He didn't mean to shoot him! He didn't! He wouldn't shoot his Curly. Fuck no! He didn't care if anyone saw him. Saw the fucking pain in his eyes as he was trying to wake up the boy he fucking loved more than anything. He needed Curly Shepard. He fucking needed him no matter what and people wasn't going to stop him from that.
A groan in pain came from the boy and Dallas sighed in relief. He was alive! He was fucking alive! Curly sat up, his hand holding tightly on the wound on his stomach, obviously having dealt with things like this. But Dallas's relief wouldn't be long because Curly looked on him, hard eyes and he moved away from him. Dallas realized the pain in the kid's eyes and he frowned widely himself. What the fuck had he done.
"You swore! You swore you wouldn't hurt me again!" he said, moving further and further away from him.
"You swore Dallas! You swore you wouldn't hurt me no more after you broke just about every fuckin' bone in my body!" he exclaimed, hurt and pain in both his eyes and voice as Dallas looked at him, mixture of anger, pain and hurt in his eyes. But Dallas was a angry young man. The anger was getting the best of him and he growled.
"I swore? What about you? You fucking promised me to not leave! You promised me you wouldn't leave me, you little shit!" he shouted, causing the younger hood to growl, his eyes blazing dangerously. He managed to get on his feet, ignoring the pain burning in his stomach.
"You didn't give me much of a fucking choice, did you? No fucking way you did! You basically told me to go fucking die, Dal!" Curly's voice had gone into shrieking.
"I was drunk! I was fuckin' drunk you idiot! I was angry because i don't want to fuckin' love you, but i damn well do! And you ain't gonna back out on me now, Curly. You ain't! You swore! We would make it, you swore!" Dallas shouted and Curly's expression twisted slightly before sighing, looking on him with a sad yet angry expression.
"There ain't no more us, Dal. There ain't.." Curly said with a sigh before turning away from Dallas, starting to walk away, the hard ground under him turning into soft grass.
Curly suddenly felt a strong hand grabbing a handful of his hair, jerking him around, making him face an angry Dallas Winston. Curly gave a whimper as he felt the cold fist belong to Dal connect with his face. Curly felt fresh blood running down from his nose, over his lips and down. It didn't take the younger hood many second before his own fist aimed for Dally's face, crashing it into his jaw, breaking it. Curly recognized the sound of the bone breaking and the sound coming from Dallas.
Dallas growled, pissed and angry at the hood for leaving him like that. So fucking what if he broke nearly every bone in Curly, Curly broke his god damn heart! He punched once more, this time aiming for his chest, making the Shepard kid fall straight to the ground. Dallas sat down, straddling Curly's waist, throwing punches at the kid under him. He only stopped as he could nearly only see blood. The cuts from his ring that once Sylvia had worn, the cuts in his lips, the broken nose gave a big amount of blood.
Dallas looked at him, staring at him with nearly empty eyes…it would seem. But they weren't filled with ice even. Only regret. His hand reached out to wipe some of the blood off his face but Curly's hand angrily whipped away his hand, looking up on him with hard and angry eyes. Curly managed to grab the collar of Dal's jacket and….pulled him down roughly, kissig the hood angrily. Roughly. Passionately. "I fucking hate to love you." he muttered angrily against Dallas's nearly smiling ones.