I just wanted to let you guys know that I would have never gotten this chapter done if I didn't catch the flu from my nephew.
Just a small warning it might be a while until I get the next chapter up. I'm visiting family in Canada right now, and I have a lot of shit to do for remembrance day. Gotta love military training, man.
Anyways, please enjoy.
The alleyway was cold in the morning, the cold November wind nipped at his cheeks and nose. He shivered, leaning against the wall, holding his head in one hand. His knees were slowly giving out, and he slowly slid down, his back against the wall.
He knew he should have found somewhere warm to go, perhaps gone to Buck's. But he was so tired and miserable that he couldn't be bothered. To be perfectly honest getting frostbite was the least of his worries at the moment.
Get yourself together, Dallas. His mind screamed at him, his head a raging storm. He tried to ignore it but found that he could not make his mind go silent. He whimpered silently, sinking down to his knees, his back roughly getting scraped by the uneven bricks of the wall he had been leaning against.
He was incredibly drowsy, he hadn't gotten much sleep. And the more he thought about it, falling asleep and escaping the world for a while really sounded nice. His eyes slid closed, as nodded off once again.
Like anyone would be he was angry when some idiot decided to loudly walk through the alleyway, startling him awake. He groaned, a horrible mixture of nausea and pain filling his head. Man, what was up with these random moments of being sick?
He sprung to his feet, ready to cuss out whoever had interrupted his sleep. True, perhaps he didn't need to sleep in the alleyway, but the jerk didn't need to walk through the alleyway like he had weights tapped to the bottom of their shoes.
Whoever was walking through was right beside him now, and without thinking about it, Dally threw a punch aiming for the person's jaw. The person staggered back a few feet, and Dally groaned in frustration.
Then he got a good look at the guy, and his eyes caught sight of the man's familiar brown eyes.
"Oh, hey it's…you," Dally said, his head spinning. His uncle nodded.
"It's me. You know me, so why were you trying to maim me?" He asked, his intense dark eyes shifting around suspiciously.
"You woke me up, sorry," Dally explained sheepishly. His uncle rose a brow at this, taking a step forward. "I guess you kind of startled me." He explained, a nervous but genuine smile spreading across his face. He was happy to see his uncle again.
"I'm sorry that I startled you, but why are you sleeping in the lot?" He questioned, taking another step forward, and putting a hand on his shoulder. For once Dally didn't try to shake it off. "It's very cold." He added.
"I had a fight with my friends, I don't think I'm very welcome there right now." He explained, tearing his eyes away from his. Though he now felt at ease with the older man, he still felt as if his deep dark eyes could see straight into his soul.
"What was your fight about?" He asked, his head cocked to the side, showing his curiosity as a young child would. Dallas looked away, ashamed.
"I'm close with my friends, but…" Dally started mournfully, a heavy feeling in his heart. "…we're not as close as they would like to be. I said some things that I probably shouldn't have. He finished, his eyes locked on the ground.
"Like?" His uncle questioned, not a single trace of emotion on his face.
"I said, their not family, that I don't have a family." He admitted, his eyes shifting to look from the ground up to the cloudy sky, but never looking at the older man.
"Of course their not your family." A sharp voice ran out. If Dallas hadn't known any better he would have thought there was in his voice. But his uncle was practically emotionless, the sharp call was to get Dally's attention.
"You don't come from the same parents, you're not relegated by blood." He said, folding his arms behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Blood is thicker than water, after all." He lectured sternly. The strictness surprised him, it was very foreign to Dally.
Dally frowned, despite the truth that was in his uncle's words he couldn't help but feel anger towards them. Perhaps he didn't see them as his family, but they were still his friends. It was one of those moments that the truth isn't what he wanted to hear.
"Yeah." He mumbled quietly, mostly because he didn't know what else to say. His eyes were locked on the ground once again.
"But you do have a family, Dallas." He told him. Dally's head snapped up.
"What do you mean?" The blond man questioned. The ghost of a smile was painted on his uncle's lips.
"You have your parents. You had Elisabeth, she was your sister." Dally groaned. He couldn't help himself.
"I hate to break it to you, but I'm not exactly my parent's favorite person in the world." He told his uncle. "And Elisabeth isn't exactly… um, alive." Dally stated, thinking about his words.
"I know that." His uncle replied. "I know that." He repeated softly.
"And you have me." He told him. "I'm your family, you might think you're alone, but you're not."
"You're my…family," Dally said, pronouncing the words carefully like he was sounding them out.
"Of course, I am. I'm your uncle." He flashed Dally his classic smile. The one We're his lips were pulled into a grin, but you could see the misery filling his eyes. Dally smiled back, wondering if he looked as upset as the other male.
Without any warning or reason, the older man stepped forward, and before he could protest wrapped his arms around him. Dally stood shocked for a moment, before leaning against the older man's shoulder, in some form of acceptance.
And despite the warmth and attention, Dallas couldn't shake off a feeling that was seeping into his chest.
The feeling that something horrible was going to happen.
Ahhh, the suspense. I'm agitated by it, and I know what happens!
Please review, and I hope you enjoyed, Macky