07-06-08
So I was looking through my fics today and I realized I didn't really remember this one. And then I started reading over it and I realized all the mistakes. So I'm just editing them out and replacing anything I think might make this fic better. That and I noticed 'she' was hitting the wall with her head a lot and I was like 'WTF? That has to change.' So here it is.
Author's Note: Ok, umm, I got this idea from a song and I don't really know why but I just had to do a Dallas fic like this. It puts Dallas in a whole new light, so don't kill me for this!! I know some of you won't like it and some of you will probably say he would never do this. But be realistic! (No offense) Flames aren't welcome. Thanks :D
Summery: A short 3 chap story about the side we all know Dallas has, but no one ever writes about.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for 'She'. She currently does not have a name.
"Dallas?" she called, her voice soft, timid, and questioning.
She was shaking, just standing in the door way, looking in on his small place at Buck's.
"Dall-" she let out a soft scream and sprang back. "Jesus, Dal, you scared the shit out of me." she said softly. She hesitated before walking foward.
"Sorry." was his cold reply, before he slid past her and towards the bed. "What're you doing here?" he questioned, propping the window open and lighting a weed. She closed the door slowly behind her and then clenched her hands tightly in front of her.
She had to stop shaking before he noticed.
"I haven't seen you for a while. I thought I'd check up on you." she answered, timidly making her way into the room.
"You think I need checking up on?" his voice was threatening as he took the weed from his lips and stood from the bed. She shrunk back a bit and shook her head.
"You know that's not what I meant." she told him, her voice just barely above a whisper. She slowly backed away from him. Her hands were shaking even more then they had been when she came in, if that was possible. Her back hit the wall behind her with a thud and her eyes grew wide as they turned to Dallas.
"I should go..." she trailed off, nodding her head hurriedly as she turned from the wall and started towards the doors.
She had only gotten a few steps when strong arms wrapped around her waist and his face was burried in her hair, kissing her neck roughly. She sighed, half in fear and half in surprise. What had gotten into him?
He turned her roughly in his arms, crashing his lips down on hers and pulling her body closer to his. She could feel him growing.
And she didn't like it.
She made a move to stop it before it went any further but his mouth smothered hers again before she had pushed him away very far. His hands roamed up and down, slowing inching their way up her shirt and over the bare skin of her back. He clutched for the snaps of her bra but she pulled away as best she could, her hands pushing against his strong white chest. His grip was strong, but even stronger when he was like this.
"Stop, Dal. You know we can't." her voice was deathly quiet and he had to strain to hear her.
She watched as his eyes went from there normal electrifying blue to a dark, tumbling sea blue. He was angry.
She made a move for the door, taking advantage of his slack grip. She moved quickly, leting her bag fall from her shoulders. She clutched for the handle and pulled the door open as fast as she could.
A loud snap sounded as the door slammed shut again. She shakily looked down. Her breathing ceased as she looked at the boot hole in the door and the splintered wood near the hinges.
Tears formed in her eyes as she tried to pull it open once again, more desperately this time. A hand slammed against the door this time, missing her head but a millimeter or so, just brushing past her dishevled brown hair. She gasped and pressed herself to the door, trying not to let her sobs out.
Strong, rough hands pulled her away from the door and slammed her against the wall. Her elbows hit with a thud and she bit her tongue as to not cry out.
She kept her eyes down, rufusing to look up at the man that she had convinced herself wasn't her Dally.
Not a word came from his mouth as he slammed her back again for emphasis.
She still refused to meet his eyes. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating and had torn in two.
How stupid could she be? She knew better then to seek him out, to try and find him.
A growl escaped his lips as she forcefully tilted her chin up, hitting her head once again on the drywall of the room. She let out a stiffled moan and met his eyes finally.
His beautiful eyes were now pure black, almost evil. She shook her head at him, clutching for him, begging him with her eyes to stop before he even got started.
To outsiders she would have looked pitiful, she knew. But there wasn't much she could do about it now.
She clutched at his chest some more, her fingers lightly clawing at the bare skin on his chest.
Another snap sounded. But she refused to fall. She slowly turned her head back to face him. Tears gone.
Numbness had replaced them.
Another slap and her head whipped around in the other direction. She forced herself not to bring a hand up to hold her now sore cheeks. She knew what was going to come next and she needed to stand tall. She was going to have to take it sometime.
The sound of bone hitting bone echoed in the room for a few seconds and her head snapped back to hit the wall. Her lip oozed the oh-so-familiar red coppery liquid and her tongue darted out to lick it away.
A tear slipped down her cheek and a sadistic smile spread across his face before he walked away.
She started for a minute, eyeing his back in pain. He wasn't done yet, was he? She let herself slowly slide down the wall, her hands inching up to hold her aching head and face. She let out a soft wail as she pulled her knees to her chest.
She heard it before she felt it. And she wished she didn't have to feel it.
His boot connected with her ribs and a sick snapping sound reverberated off the walls. She let out a moan as she slumped even further down. Another kick came, this time to her stomach. Her hands clutched herself, trying to shield herself from further kicks.
She didn't even see his boot coming towards her face. She was too occupied with trying to cover her stomach and ribs. It connected with her cheek and chin strait on. She cried out, her yell almost a scream.
Another one came, this time to her stomach again. And she let go.
She let go.