Sylvia walked into Buck's, planning on seeing Dallas today. As she entered, Buck waved to her and smiled. She nodded back at him and continued her way to Dal's room. Sadly, she had it memorized by heart.

The last time she was here the two had a rather large argument and like usual that meant he hit her. All he left this time was a dark bruise on her eye, which thankfully was fading fast enough.

Sylvia had told everyone it was from beating up a soc, but she could tell from the looks on their faces they didn't buy it. Who would? She's going steady with Dallas Winston. He beats up little kids, so what would stop him from hitting her?

She reached the top of the stairs and made a beeline for his room. Knocking on the door, Sylvia took a deep breath.

"Dal it's me." She croaked.

A few moments later after hearing him fall and curse himself, the door swung open.

"Hey." He whispered.

Sylvia studied his face. He was not attractive in the least bit. Elfish features that stuck out like a sore thumb. His attitude covered up for that. He pretended like he was hot and that's what made him hot. And his reputation made Sylvia royalty.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure," He seemed to have cooled off from their last fight. Sylvia silently rejoiced at this.

"What are you up to?" She asked, looking around the room. It was disgusting. Beer bottles crowded all of the surfaces, blood stains were on the door, and clothes were scattered everywhere. She spot a small baggy of something white.

"What's that?" She pointed at the bag.

"Oh, I was gonna tell you about it. You've got to try it, see my friend hooked me up with it and it's the greatest shit. Better than pot." He explained as he sat down on the bed.

"Dal I'm trying to get clean." Sylvia murmured as she twiddled with her thumbs.

"You think that's really gonna fucking work out? Look at your damn track record." Dallas yelled.

Sylvia remained quiet, looking at the floorboards. She was used to his anger but it still stung like a bee.

He softened a bit, then motioned for her to sit down, "C'mon. Try it."

Sylvia debated it for a few seconds before sighing, "Alright Dal."

Padding over to the bed, she sat down and watched him grab the baggy. He placed some of the powdery white stuff onto the nightstand then made it into four small lines with a razor. Sylvia's heart began to race as he grabbed a dollar bill, rolled it up into a small tube. She had seen some greaser do this before. He died four minutes after.

"Here." Dal handed her the dollar, "You go first. Just suck it up with your nose using it."

Sylvia took the tube from Dally and took a deep breath, "Are you sure?"

"Just do it." He growled, his ice blue eyes blazing with hatred.

Sylvia leaned over, shaking terribly with fear. She placed the dollar down onto the small line of the powder and snorted hastily.

She fell back onto the bed, clutching her nose. It was burning her nostril with such intense power she was sure she would never smell again. Sylvia screamed in pain until she felt something warm and sticky touch her hand.

Peeling her hand back, she studied what had probed her hand. The substance was a dark maroon. Blood.

Dallas was too busy snorting his lines to notice Sylvia's pain. She watched him snort the powder with such gracefulness. She had wondered how long he'd actually been doing it.

Sighing happily, he leaned back against the wall. Sylvia looked at him, blood dripping from her nose. He didn't even flinch.

"Fuck you, Dallas Winston." She stood up and covered her nose.

As she ran out she heard him chuckle with delight.