A/N: Soooooooooo sorry for the late update! I've been really busy. Hope you guys haven't given up hope on me yet. So here you go! Reviews are highly appreciated.

Chapter 10

"Attention passengers, our flight will be landing shortly. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare to land." I rolled my eyes at the flight attendant's voice over the loudspeaker.

"What the hell do you think you're going to do when we actually land?" I asked, turning to Dally.

"You'll see," He smirked.

"No, I won't." I was getting annoyed now. This was my birthday. I deserved to know what was going on. "Where are we going?"

Dally and I stared into each others eyes for a moment, and then he spoke. "Home."

I was silent the whole ride there. Dallas Winston had brought me to New York on my birthday without even asking me. He had brought me to possibly the most dangerous place in the United States; just so we could see the home in which we grew up.

This was bullshit.

My annoyance level was high as I tried replaying what had happened on the porch this morning. Dally had told me he loved me. My stomach did a flip and I glanced at him, taking in his profile. He caught me looking at him and smirked, picking up my hand and mindlessly playing with my fingers.

I smiled slightly, looking down at our hands.

The cab lurched to a stop and Dally handed the man some money. Where he was getting all this money, I had no idea.

I was quickly pulled out of the cab and instantly recognized where we were. I looked up and down the familiar street, staring at all the houses I had grown up around.

I spotted little old Mrs. Fern, who was watering her plants in her garden. She didn't notice me or Dally.

Dally began pulling me along the sidewalk as I looked around with curiosity. He finally stopped in front of the most familiar house of all.

Mine.

I suddenly took in a deep breath and dropped Dally's hand. "I can't do this."

Dally looked at me strangely. "Why not?"

"I just can't, okay? You don't know how shitty this birthday has been." I said, thinking back to Rex and the letter. "When I look at this house, all I can think about is my parents. Us…as kids. And Rex. When we actually got along and he actually spent time with me."

I felt tears prick in my eyes but I quickly pushed them aside, not wanting to cry in front of Dally again.

What Dallas Winston did next shocked me the most.

He gently pulled me into an embrace, whispering in my ear. "We don't have to go in if you don't want to."

He then kissed my temple and pulled away slightly to see my face.

"I don't want to go in…" I whispered, my bottom lip quivering. Dally slowly took my hand and laced his fingers with mine, pulling me along the sidewalk even further. I took one last look at the house. It was blue, two stories high, and deserted. It didn't seem like anyone had set foot on the land since they left.

I vaguely remembered a time when Rex and I had done laps around the whole house, racing to see who would finish first. I ended up tripping over an overgrown weed and scraping both knees, crying until Rex found me and carried me into the house, where my mom gave me a glass of chocolate milk and some band aids.

A single tear slid down my cheek as I looked away.

"Well, if it isn't Dallas Winston."

Suddenly, Dally stopped and I ran into his back. I groaned and looked over his shoulder, stiffening when I saw who was talking to us.

Felix Hudson was a true gang member here. Brutal, unforgiving, and most of all, friends with the man who was killed in the murder Dally and I were involved in.

I knew this would happen. I just knew it. On my birthday, of all days. Dally really did it this time.

"Why the hell'd you two come back here anyways? To finally get what you deserve?" Felix chuckled slightly, stepping closer.

Dally blocked me with his own body as I tried to face Felix. "No, we didn't. We were just leaving, actually." I said dryly, glaring at the man.

"You stay out of this," Dally whispered harshly to me, blocking me even more.

"Yeah, keep your bitch quiet. Maybe then she won't make as much noise when I shoot the both of you." He pulled out a gun and pointed it at us. I noticed three more members of his gang approaching from down the street.

"Jerk," I jeered. Felix raised his eyebrows.

Silently, he pulled the trigger and a gunshot filled my ears.

Sorry it's so short! I really wanted to update quickly. I also apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes I've made. Once again, I wanted to update quickly.

New chapter will be up soon. Reviews? :)