Gravity

by DallasWinston98

WARNING: Mpreg will be in this fanfiction/Rape/non-consensual/abuse. Two-Bit gets Dallas Winston pregnant, the journey of their lives together will be treacherous and hard. Will all the pain be worth it in the end?

25. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The blond was sitting on the couch with his hands resting on his lap. He was waiting for Two-Bit to come home from the store, he was shaking and sweating nervously. He went to chew on his fingernails but stopped himself. He stared at his fingers for a moment before sighing heavily and letting his hand fall back down to his lap. His head was going in many different directions and he couldn't make anything make sense. He had been throwing up often through out the day, his eyes were tired and he could barely keep awake. He wouldn't even be in the mess he was in if Two-Bit just wore protection. The redhead always complained about it and sometimes just didn't care about the risks of not wearing condoms. The blond couldn't do much, he tried to remind Two-Bit but he was usually smacked for talking without permission.

His stomach churned inside him, he couldn't imagine having another baby so soon. Two-Bit already hated him and Isabella, he could only imagine how he would react if he was pregnant again. He didn't want another innocent baby go through that, it just wasn't fair. He also couldn't imagine being pregnant while also having to take care of a four month old baby. His body ached just thinking about it.

He wondered why Two-Bit even hated Isabella, it wasn't her fault she existed. If anything it was his own fault. He sometimes thought about the night Isabella was conceived and about how he could have told Two-Bit to stop or could have even fought him off but he was too scared and confused. He didn't regret Isabella but sometimes he wished he had never agreed to go on that date with Two-Bit. Maybe Two-Bit could have met someone he actually loved instead of being stuck with him and a baby. He often looked at himself in the mirror and wondered when he become so ugly. He noticed how one of his eyes seemed to droop down and his smile was crooked, in fact some of his teeth were too. He knew he wasn't exactly the epitome of sexiness, especially to Two-Bit. He wondered why Two-Bit even asked him on that date, maybe he was already drunk when he asked. He just knew he could never be good enough for Two-Bit anymore.

He had a whole escape plan mapped out in his head, he planned on moving states but never got to pick out which one. He didn't want to ruin Two-Bit's life just because he had a kid, he could have just left everyone behind and started a different life but he stayed. He wasn't sure if he regretted staying or not. He still thinks he should have moved to Arkansas, Georgia, anywhere besides Oklahoma. But there was no going back now. He had to live with the choices he had made.

Two-Bit kept telling him that their relationship wasn't real and that Dallas was just his fuck buddy. Dallas didn't ever really respond because Two-Bit wasn't really wrong, he was just a sex toy for Two-Bit to use and dispose of whenever he wanted. He thought that Two-Bit meant the romantic part, if that even existed anymore. They had sex really often but they didn't ever show any other signs of affection. Dallas wanted to hug him, kiss him, and hold his hand but he was hit anytime he tried to touch Two-Bit without permission. One day Two-Bit actually called off the romantic part of their relationship, Dallas almost couldn't believe he did. He was practically single and he didn't know how to process the situation. He couldn't even cry he was so stunned. He tried his best to accept the fact and move on with his life. Maybe one day he could move out on his own and take his baby with him.

That didn't last very long. A few days later the couple were shopping when a man approached the blond and handed him a piece of paper with a number on it. He read it over and raised an eyebrow, this hadn't ever happened to him before.

"Umm.. you sure you meant to give this to me?" Dallas asked softly.

"Yes, I did. I thought you were cute so why not." The man said to him and smiled.

He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, he reminded him of Sodapop to a degree. He looked at the number again and tried to give it back.

"I-I'm going through a pretty rough breakup and I have a daughter, I don't know if you'd like to carry that baggage-"

"Please, take it. Even if you don't call me instantly maybe you will eventually." The man said.

"Okay, thank you..." Dallas muttered and went about his day.

Dallas kept the number in his hand as he walked through the store with Two-Bit, he wasn't even sure if the redhead had seen what had happened. He tried to keep the number out of his sight, he thought that maybe one day it could turn out to be important. The couple walked to the car and Dallas placed Isabella into her car seat. He got out of the car and closed the door. He moved to get into the car but Two-Bit stood in his way. He raised an eyebrow as Two-Bit took the paper out of his hand and ripped it up. Dallas watched as he watched the pieces down to the asphalt nonchalantly.

"What was that for?" Dallas asked and bent over to pick up the pieces.

"So, you're the one flirting now?" Two-Bit asked and put his foot over the pieces of paper.

Dallas sighed and stood, he arched his eyebrows and placed his hands on his hips.

"I wasn't flirting. That man gave me that number because he thought I was cute, something you stopped thinking about me a long time ago." Dallas stated and tried to push by the redhead. Two-Bit grabbed him by the arm.

"Am I not allowed to be mad?" Two-Bit asked, his voice was cold like ice. Dallas just sighed.

"You broke up with me, Keith. We aren't together according to you." Dallas said equally as coldly.

"Well, maybe I changed my mind." He said.

". . . Okay, if you say so." Dallas muttered and got in the car when Two-Bit released him.

The blond didn't know what to think, he could never understand how Two-Bit's mind worked. The redhead was very adamant and strict when he made new rules but changed things up so often that Dallas had a hard time keeping up. Two-Bit felt more like a terrible boss than a boyfriend. He tried not to dwell on how Two-Bit's head worked, it always managed to give him a migraine. He started to notice that Two-Bit's mood swings had become more frequent, one moment he was boiling over with rage then content as a summer day the next. The blond worried about him a lot, he didn't think Two-Bit was even aware of his mood swings.

One day he recalled Two-Bit giving him a bad bloody nose. Two-Bit's eyes were filled with such fury and hate he almost seemed like a whole different person then his eyes softened back to their usual gray selves. Two-Bit looked at the blond for a moment before he noticed the blood gushing everywhere. Dallas was crying, he ran to the bathroom to try and prevent an even bigger mess. The redhead looked at the tiny puddle of blood that was on the floor in front of him, he didn't even know what he had gotten pissed off about. He ran after the blond and saw him holding his face over the sink, he had some toilet paper over his nose but it became instantly drenched.

"Oh, God, Dallas, it isn't broken is it?" Two-Bit asked, he felt tears form in his eyes.

Dallas glanced at the redhead and shook his head slowly. His bleeding nose slowed some, it was just dribbling down into the sink. Two-Bit stood by Dallas and kept giving him some toilet paper after he would bleed through it. The bleeding stopped eventually and the blond just cleaned up his face and went to change his shirt. The redhead stared down at the tile floor in the bathroom and tried to remember what he was so mad about. He scratched his head then went to clean the blood out of the sink and off the counter. He thought he might have gotten mad because he tripped over Dallas' shoe. Did that really set him off that badly? He cleaned the blood off the floor too, the blond watched him for a moment.

"I would've gotten that, it's my blood." Dallas muttered.

Two-Bit winced and slowly stood. He looked the blond in his ice blue eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

"Sure..but I caused the bloody nose .." Two-Bit said, his voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

The redhead pulled the blond into a tight hug, the blond was confused until he noticed the redhead was sobbing into his shoulder. He rubbed his lover's back and softly shushed him. He went to give a soft kiss on Two-Bit's temple but the redhead lifted his head up.

"I'm so fucking terrible.. I punched you in the God damn face and you're the one consoling me..?" Two-Bit sniffled and plopped down on the couch.

"Keith, I'm fine I promise-"

"Dallas, stop, it's not okay. None of this is okay!" Two-Bit exclaimed and buried his face into his hands.

Dallas jumped but sat down by the redhead, he tried to bring the redhead into his arms but Two-Bit wouldn't let him. Dallas could only watch his boyfriend sob into his hands, he didn't know what the redhead wanted him to do.

"I'm so scared, Dally. I-I'm not me, how can you not be you in your own body? I don't get it... he'll end up killing you, killing me. I don't want this.." Two-Bit broke down into heavy sobs again, Dallas rubbed his back.

"I want to stop, I'm so tired of watching myself hurt you but I can't fucking do anything about it.. I'm so tired.." Two-Bit coughed and slowly laid down on the couch.

"Two-Bit, take some deep breaths. It will be okay." Dallas cooed and softly ran his fingers through his lover's red hair.

Two-Bit nodded, he followed the blond's advice. After a minute he felt more content, he laid still and closed his eyes. He tried to sit up but felt weak so he laid back down.

"D-Dally?" Two-Bit asked panicked.

"I'm right here, Keith. What is it?" The blond asked softly.

"I-I love you, and I love Isabella. I love both of you so much.." Two-Bit mumbled before he fell asleep.

The blond slightly smiled as he kept petting the redhead, he just wanted him to be okay.

The blond's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door creak open, he raised his head to look at the redhead as he walked into the apartment. He noticed the small, rectangular shaped box in his boyfriend's hand, he gulped. Who knew a simple box could make him feel so nervous. Two-Bit walked over to him and he took the box slowly. The blond stared down at it and saw it was a white and purple box, he looked up at Two-Bit. He wanted to hear some words of encouragement but he knew they wouldn't ever come. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it, he didn't want to risk pissing off the redhead even more.

"There's your test now hurry up. I have to get to work." Two-Bit said hastily and plopped down on the couch. His eyebrows were arched as he looked at his phone.

Dallas sighed, he stood and moved down the hall to the bathroom. He could never understand why Two-Bit treated him so badly.

Five minutes passed and Dallas could feel a cold sweat form on his brow. He didn't want to look, he didn't want to know. He gulped, he was looking at himself in the mirror. He was paler than usual and just as ugly as ever he thought. He deeply inhaled and picked the test up off the counter. He closed his eyes and counted to five to himself. He looked at the test and let out a sigh of relief. It was negative. He smiled softly to himself as he exited the bathroom, he moved back to the living room. He saw the redhead had fallen asleep on the couch, he could hear his soft snoring. He sighed again and shook his lover.

"C'mon, Keith.." He cooed.

Two-Bit groaned and glared at the blond. Dallas stepped back and looked at the floor as Two-Bit got to his feet. The blond looked up at his lover and saw his raised eyebrow.

"So..?" Two-Bit muttered.

"It's negative." Dallas stated flatly.

"Thank, God, I didn't need another mouth to feed." Two-Bit said, his voice sounded happier than it did earlier.

Dallas just sighed and plopped down on the couch. He stared at his pale hands as he listened to the front door open and slam shut. He felt his heart ache, he always felt hurt when Two-Bit left without acknowledging him. He shrugged, he thought that was just how it was. He didn't understand why Two-Bit acted like him not using protection was somehow his fault. It wasn't like the blond had a lot of options, he couldn't take hormonal birth control like women could. Two-Bit acted like putting on a condom was like climbing Mount. Everest, he was beyond lazy.

The blond stood and went into the kitchen, he hated being all by himself all day. He hated existing at that point. He didn't have anyone to talk to when Two-Bit was at work then he was getting insulted and berated when Two-Bit was home. He couldn't win anymore, he didn't bother to talk things through with Two-Bit anymore. It usually ended up him crying with a new bruise. He could never be good enough, Two-Bit always had something negative to say about him, he couldn't really remember the last time his lover genuinely complimented him. He approached the kitchen sink and ran some hot water in the left side of the sink, he constantly felt like a housewife. He didn't even have a shiny ring to show for it, just bruises. He started washing what few dishes were in the sink.

He thought about what the redhead had said to him a couple days ago. He knew his face turned as red as a tomato and he just walked away and cried in Isabella's room. Two-Bit had told him he was tired of always initiating sex and he was tired of how it felt like he was fucking mattress when he had sex with the blond. Dallas didn't know what to do. He got hit if he touched Two-Bit without permission, he got hit for making noises during sex and he was insulted if he looked at the redhead at all. He thought maybe Two-Bit would let him do something with him if he was drunk. The blond hated having sex when he was drunk but that was about the only time Two-Bit wanted anything to do with him. He imagined he was with some other blond, any other blond than the one he was stuck with.

He put the last dish into the rack to dry, he dried his hands off on a white towel before he went to sit on the couch. He contemplated on what he could do to try and please his lover. He thought about how all he really ever did everyday was sit on the couch and stare at his hands until Two-Bit to get home. When he wasn't playing with Isabella that's all he did. He loved his baby, but every time he looked at her he just thought of Two-Bit. She had his red hair and her eyes were grey like his. It wasn't her fault but it made his heart hurt sometimes. Most of the time he could push that thought away and just be happy his baby was healthy and happy. She wasn't aware of the situation her mother was in and it gave Dallas some solace. He knew he couldn't stay here forever, he didn't want to hurt his baby. He didn't want his daughter to see him get beaten to a pulp everyday of her life. He just had to think, it always came down to him thinking.

He thought about how much he had changed in the last five years. He had a mental breakdown and he couldn't remember much from that time. He was usually too drunk to even walk then drinking stopped working. He didn't get mad at the world like he usually did, he was mad at himself. When he was raped he didn't blame the world like he did with everything else, he blamed himself. He always thought of how he could have ran for the front door or even jumped out of a window. He thought anything would have been better than living with the memories and living with the fact he felt like his body wasn't even his own. He even remembered how he had his switchblade on him, why didn't he just stab him? He kept blaming himself, he hated himself. It was like everything collapsed in on him, everything became his fault all at once.

He pushed that thought out of his head, he didn't need to have a mental breakdown if he was going to try and be nice for Two-Bit. He wasn't sure how he was going to pull it off, it's not like he knew how make up worked so he could make himself look prettier...like he even knew how the stuff worked. He remembered the black stockings and the underwear, after Valentine's Day he never wore them again. He hated them but he didn't want Two-Bit to stray, he had to stay good enough for him one way or another. He wasn't sure how he going to be sexy without touching the redhead. The blond loved touching his lover whenever he got to without being hit. He thought Two-Bit was perfect but his lover never felt the same about him. He was always pointing out one flaw or another. He tried to hide his stretch marks, he didn't want the redhead to insult them. He was sensitive about them, he tried to tell himself they were just reminders of the fact he could hold a child for nine months but he could never keep that up.

He sighed and stood to check on his baby, he could just wait and see how his plan would go when Two-Bit got home from work.

. . .

Two-Bit stumbled into the apartment as drunk as a skunk. All the lights were off but he didn't really notice. He turned on the kitchen lights and walked to the sink. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water. He turned to walk to the bedroom to change but almost ran into the blond.

"God, Dallas, what?" He growled.

The blond faltered a little but he had to put his plan into motion. He kept his arms crossed behind his back as he smirked at his boyfriend. The redhead raised an eyebrow as the blond stepped closer to him, there was only an inch in between them.

"I thought maybe you need to relax a bit after being at work all day.." The blond cooed and almost went to kiss the redhead but he quickly stopped himself.

"Ugh, let me change first." Two-Bit growled and pushed past the blond.

Dallas already wanted to give up, he pushed forward. He wanted to make the redhead happy and pleased. He went to make sure Isabella was asleep while he waited for the redhead to change. He adjusted his stockings and unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his white shirt. He walked back into the living room and saw his boyfriend sitting on the couch and watching TV. He slowly moved to him and sat next to him, he scooted as close to him as possible. The redhead sighed heavily and gave the blond a side glance. The blond winced but slowly crawled onto his lover's lap, he softly placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Do you still want me to help you relax..?" Dallas asked softly.

"I'd rather be watching TV but I'm not necessarily gonna say no.." Two-Bit muttered.

The blond winced again but went forward with his plan. He crawled off his lap and grabbed the TV remote and put the TV in rest mode. The TV still emitted a soft light, enough for him to see. He knew the redhead hated actually seeing who he was fucking so he tried to at least let the redhead imagine he was someone else. The blond creeped in-between the redheads legs on the floor, he felt for the hole in the redhead's boxers. He found it and slowly pulled out his lover's erection, he was sort of surprised he was already turned on. He rubbed his penis and tried to work up the nerve to give him a blowjob. He slowly circled his tongue over the tip and took the tip into his mouth. He heard the redhead grunt and run his fingers through his blond hair.

He started to bob his head back and forth, he wasn't sure how well he was doing. He must be doing good enough since the redhead didn't stop him. He knew he wasn't very good at it but he knew he wouldn't get any better if he didn't do them at all. He slowly pulled his head back and sucked on the tip for a second before taking it back into his mouth.

"Dally.." Two-Bit panted and tightly gripped his lover's hair.

Dallas felt his heart skip a beat, he bobbed his head somewhat faster. He wanted to stop, he hated what he was doing but he needed to make his lover feel good. He kept at his movements until Two-Bit pushed for him to stop. He pulled the erection from his mouth and lightly panted. He glanced up at the redhead and saw his lover pass him a condom. His eyes widened, he took the package and ripped it open. He rolled the condom onto the redhead's erection. He peeled off his underwear and crawled back onto his lover's lap, he went to position himself over his erection but Two-Bit grabbed his face. He blushed heavily as Two-Bit deeply kissed him, he hesitated but returned the kiss. He licked his bottom lip and the redhead allowed him inside. He smirked to himself as he let his tongue fight with his lover's. He was in heaven, he always felt so good when his boyfriend actually seemed to care.

The couple pulled apart and the blond panted softly. He wiped his mouth as he went to position himself again, the redhead placed his hands on the blond's hips. Dallas slowly lowered himself down, he grunted and sat still.

"T-Two-Bit.." Dallas panted and grinded his hips back and forth.

Two-Bit moaned and clawed at his hips, he almost couldn't believe his plan actually worked. He slightly smiled but grinded his hips harder, he whimpered and clawed at Two-Bit. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his lover's, he couldn't of been in a better place. He felt Two-Bit's hands move off his hips but he tried to keep his focus on grinding his hips. He bit his lip, he didn't want to risk getting hit during such an intimate moment. He kept going for a few minutes until he heard Two-Bit snoring. He stopped abruptly and stared at his boyfriend. He felt tears well up in his eyes, this couldn't be happening. He sat still for a moment and his lover snored again. It was happening. He let out a shaky breath as he crawled off his lap, he made sure to take off the condom before he shook the redhead

"Two-Bit, do you wanna move to the room..?" Dallas cooed.

Two-Bit jolted awake and stared at the blond for a moment. His eyebrows were curved in confusion, he sat still for a moment before standing. He made his way to the bedroom, the blond threw the condom away in the trash before following him. Two-Bit slammed the door shut in the blond's face, he sighed and went to open the door. He tried turning the knob but it wouldn't turn. He jiggled the door knob before he fell to his knees. He sobbed into his hands, he couldn't even stop himself from breaking down. He couldn't ever do anything right, maybe he was just a boring person to have sex with. He sobbed for a few moments before he wiped his tears away on his sleeve. He stared at the door for a moment, he couldn't even change out of what he was wearing. He sniffled as he stood and moved back to the living room. He slid his underwear back on and turned the TV all the way off. He stood in the dark, quiet room for a moment. He felt more tears well up in his eyes, he just wanted to be good enough for once. He laid the remote on the coffee table before walking to Isabella's room.

He stepped into the room, it was dimly lit by his baby's nightlight. He peered into the crib for a moment, he smiled softly. He looked down at the palette he had made on the floor, he usually did get kicked out of the bedroom but not ever during sex. He wiped his face again as he sat down. He brought his knees to his chest and sobbed. He tried not cry too loud, he didn't want to upset Isabella. He couldn't believe he had sunk so low, it was pretty bad when your own boyfriend can't even stay awake while being intimate with you. He tried to excuse him, maybe he was tired from work but he knew deep down that wasn't it. He laid down and pulled the blanket over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around himself, he didn't know what to do anymore. He stared at the blackness underneath his baby's crib, slightly praying that if a monster lived under there that it would eat him. He let one tear fall down his face before he fell asleep, he just wanted everything to be normal again.

. . .

A couple weeks passed, the blond was at home with Isabella like always and Two-Bit was at work. The blond was giving his baby a bath in the kitchen sink, he thought the tub was a bit too big for such a small baby. He smiled at his baby, he started trying to get her to say words even if she couldn't talk just yet. He couldn't believe how much she had grown, it made him want to cry. He still couldn't get Two-Bit to really buy any clothes for her, a lot of her onesies were small on her. He would try to bring it up but he also didn't want to get Two-Bit's wallet thrown into his face again. He rinsed the soap off his baby and dried her off with her soft, purple towel. He drained out the water from the sink.

He held Isabella for a moment while he let his mind wonder for a moment, he noticed he did that a lot lately. He didn't really have anyone to talk to so he talked to himself in his head. He knew it was weird but it was all he had. He walked down the hall to Isabella's room, he went to get her dressed. He thought about what had happened two weeks ago, he still felt beyond embarrassed. Two-Bit hadn't even said a word to him about it but he knew the redhead was pissed off about it. He knew deep down it wasn't his fault but he felt so ashamed. He couldn't ever be good enough even at sexual things. He deeply sighed as he finished dressing his baby. He thought about what had happened and how he was nervous about trying to be sexy for Two-Bit again. He felt so ugly and disgusting, no wonder Two-Bit fell asleep. He thought he could try at least one more time, he really didn't want to lose his lover.

He began moving back to the living room, he heard a knock at the door. He raised an eyebrow, they never got visitors or more like Dallas never got visitors. He moved to the door and opened it, his eyes widened.

"Sodapop, what are you doing here?!" Dallas exclaimed, he almost slammed the door shut and pretended he didn't see who it was. He didn't want to get in trouble.

Soda jumped, the blonds exclamation scared him some but he recomposed himself.

"I was in the neighborhood and I figured I'd come by and say hi. Is that a crime now?" Soda chuckled and slightly waved at Isabella.

"No, but you know how Two-Bit gets. . ." Dallas trailed off.

"It's not like he'll know, he's at work." Soda stated.

". . . I guess. . ." Dallas muttered and looked at the ground.

"I suppose I'll get going then. It was nice to see you for a minute." Soda said and turned to walk away.

"Wait! Please, stay. I get so lonely being here by myself.." Dallas said and sniffled.

Soda turned back to the blond, "Okay, are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt.."

"Please, stay. I just need someone to talk to. . . Two-Bit already took his lunch break so I don't think he'd know if you stayed for an hour." Dallas said and slightly smiled at Soda.

The blond let the younger man in the apartment, he made sure to lock the front door. He noticed that Isabella was starting to doze off, she really loved nap time.

"I'm gonna lay Isabella down for a nap, I'll be back in a minute, okay?" Dallas said and walked down the hallway.

Sodapop nodded, he took a seat on the couch. He noticed how organized and nice the apartment looked. His house was a mess no matter how much Darry tried to keep it cleaned. Dallas used to be the messiest person he ever knew now all he really did was clean and organize things. He imagined the blond must have gotten bored a lot, he couldn't blame him. He thought he would lose his mind if he spent all day alone then had to deal with an asshole boyfriend at night.

The blond walked back into the living room and took a seat next to Soda, he made sure to keep his distance. The younger man sighed.

"Dally, I wanted to say sorry for kissing you that last time I was here. It wasn't right for me to do..I've just been thinking about that a lot lately.." Sodapop said.

Dallas was taken aback, he wasn't used to people apologizing to him. It was usually the opposite. He smiled at the golden blond.

"It's okay, it's weird. I usually don't get apologies..especially about non-consensual things.." He trailed off and looked down at the carpet.

Soda was silent, he was scared to ask. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know, he already wanted to choke Two-Bit with his bare hands. He saw the tears well up in the blond's eyes, Sodapop knew he was most likely the first outside contact he had had in a while.

"Dally..?" Soda cooed.

"God, Sodapop, it's awful." Dallas sobbed and buried his face into his hands.

"What's awful?" Sodapop asked and brought the blond into his arms.

"E-Everything! I can't ever do anything right. He's always criticizing every single thing I do, he even judges me for how I do the damn dishes! I don't know anymore.." Dallas sniffled and buried his face into Soda's chest.

"Dallas, you know you deserve better than this.." Soda muttered.

"S-Soda, he's so much more powerful than me, I get so scared that he'll really kill me one day. He's not right, something's not right with him. He forces himself onto me and-"

"Wait, he does what?" Soda asked, he felt his stomach start doing flips inside of him.

"H-He likes using sex against me, I can't touch him, I can't make noise, I can't really do anything. I'm so scared most of the time I don't even question it, I just do as he says and hope that whatever he does won't last very long..I know it's bad but I'm so scared to leave." Dallas said and sniffled.

"Damn it, Dallas, people who love you don't beat you and rape you. I just want you to be okay." Soda stated harshly, the blond winced slightly at his tone.

"I don't know if I'd call it. . . I don't know what to think anymore.." Dallas whimpered and sobbed into Soda's chest.

Sodapop held the blond close to him, he rubbed his back. He wanted to murder Two-Bit, he wanted to make sure they never ever found his body but he knew that wouldn't be what Dallas would want.

"Dallas, Two-Bit is beating you and raping you, this isn't okay. You need to leave." Dallas cooed and ran his fingers through the blond's hair.

Dallas knew he was right, deep down he knew he had to leave. He didn't know why he wanted to stay anymore, he thought maybe he was scared of being out on his own with a baby. He was worried about if he'd even be able to get a job to support him and Isabella. He needed to feed her, clothe her, and keep her healthy. He thought at least Two-Bit had some financial stability but he was close to the breaking point. He knew he didn't want this to be the life his daughter had to live with, he wanted her to have better. He felt like he was going to be sick, he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Sodapop was somewhat confused but he followed behind the blond. He waited outside the bathroom, he could hear Dallas retching through the door. It was silent for a few moments, Soda knocked on the door.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

The blond opened the door and hugged Sodapop, he sobbed softly into his chest. He just held him and let him cry.

"Soda..I don't know what to do.." He muttered.

"It's okay, we can talk about something else for now, I don't want you to get sick again.." Soda trailed off and led the blond back into the living room.

Dallas sat back down on the couch and leaned back. The younger blond sat next to him, he wiped away the thin layer of sweat on Dallas' forehead.

"I-I'm sorry..I just get so scared.." Dallas muttered.

"Shh, we don't gotta talk about it anymore." Soda cooed.

Dallas nodded and slowly closed his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, Sodapop watched him.

"Your hair is awfully long, you've never let it get this long before." Soda said.

"Two-Bit won't let me cut it, I swear he's trying to turn me into a woman. I-I wish I could just be a woman sometimes.." Dallas said, he whimpered.

Soda sighed, "it's your hair, you should be able to do whatever you want with it."

"I want to cut it. It gets in the way all the time and I don't know how to tie a ponytail." Dallas said and sort of laughed at himself.

"Besides Two-Bit has some major issues if he thinks he can just take a man and make him into a woman, especially when he knew he was a dude in the first place." Soda stated.

"I guess, I just don't know what to do anymore to make him happy. He'll ask me to do something but if I do it he gets mad at me." Dallas said and brought his knees up to his chest.

Sodapop listened to Dallas talk about Two-Bit for a while, not that he minded. The blond didn't exactly have anyone else to vent to about what he went through on a daily basis with the redhead. Soda had to wonder what had caused Two-Bit to become what he was, he didn't know much about his past. No one really did. He could never understand how he could hate Dallas, it wasn't his fault he got pregnant. If Two-Bit knew how condoms worked nether of them would be in the situation they were in. Sodapop didn't exactly know a whole lot about the blond either though, he never liked talking about what he went through and no one dared to ask. He was a completely different kind of person, he thought that parenthood had really turned him around. He didn't know how long he sat and listened to the blond talk. Eventually it wasn't even about Two-Bit anymore, he was just talking to talk. Soda didn't mind, he probably wouldn't want to shut up either if he never got to talk to anyone.

The blond went quiet and Soda raised an eyebrow.

"What's the matter?" Soda asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk so long.. I just never get to talk to anyone. Two-Bit gets mad at me or just ignores me. So, sorry." Dallas muttered and looked down at the floor.

"Don't be, you can talk about anything if it makes you feel better." Soda assured.

The blond smiled, "thank you, Sodapop."

Sodapop smiled at the blond, he loved Dallas so much. He wanted the best for the blond even if he wasn't his, Dallas was perfect to him. His blond hair and how the sun made it shine and how his eyes reminded me of icy, December mornings. He was so pale he reminded him of snow, he had always felt infatuated with the blond. He wished all the time that he had made a move first but it was what it was. As much as he loved the blond he wanted to help him because he couldn't handle seeing someone suffer so much from someone who was supposed to love them. He felt the same way when Johnny would get beaten by his parents and he would run away to their house for refuge. It just wasn't right, he just wanted to help as much as he possibly could. He knew he couldn't force the blond to do anything he didn't want to do but he was scared that Two-Bit would end up killing Dallas. He liked to think Two-Bit wasn't that evil but he really wasn't sure anymore.

"Dallas, you're always welcome at our house. If you ever need me please don't be scared to call me, you remember my number, right?" Soda said.

Dallas nodded, "but if he found out he'd beat my ass, I don't know if it would be a smart idea.." he trailed off.

"Delete any trace of us talking. Double check, triple check, hell, check however many times you want. I don't want you to feel so isolated that you feel like you can't reach out to me for help." Soda stated firmly, the blond sighed.

"Okay, I'll call if I need you. I'm sorry I just get so paranoid.." He trailed off.

"Don't apologize, just please stay in contact with me. I don't want to lose you." Soda said and tightly hugged the blond.

Dallas blushed deeply and returned the hug. He knew Soda cared about him but he knew it was as more than a friend. He wanted someone to love him so badly and he felt tempted to kiss Soda but he didn't want to. He didn't want to cheat on Two-Bit, he didn't want to carry the guilt. He pulled away from the younger blond, he could barely hold himself back.

"Sodapop, I think you need to leave.." Dallas trailed off, he didn't mean to sound rude.

"Okay, just don't be scared to call or text me." Sodapop cooed and stood to walk to the front door.

"Thanks for dropping by, Soda." Dallas said and smiled softly."

"No problem, stay safe, Dally." Soda said and stepped out of the apartment.

The blond felt tears well up in his eyes, he wish he wasn't so confused about what he wanted. He knew he did love Two-Bit but he couldn't ever show his love. He knew Sodapop wanted him and he really wanted him but he couldn't do that to the redhead. He wanted someone to love him so badly, someone to hold him and kiss him without feeling ashamed of him. He didn't even know if Two-Bit even loved him, he had his nice days but most the time the redhead was insulting and berating him. He started thinking of Sodapop a lot more often and his movie star smile. He loved the redhead's smile too but he never got to see it anymore.

He thought about if he should try to be sexy for Two-Bit again, he really didn't want to lose Two-Bit. He wasn't sure how it would turn out or if it would even work. He shook his head and decided he would try at least one more time, just one more time.

. . .

Two-Bit stumbled into the apartment as drunk as a skunk again, the lights were all out. He groaned, he really didn't want to see the blond attempt whatever he did last time again. He almost died of second hand embarrassment. He turned on the light in the hallway and went to the bedroom, he ran straight into the blond. Dallas yelped and almost fell backward.

"Oh, hey.." Dallas said and awkwardly smiled.

"Do you really want to do this again?" Two-Bit asked, he noticed the stockings he had on and his button up shirt.

"You wanted me to start initiating sex so I'm trying.." Dallas trailed off and tried to approach the redhead.

The redhead pushed Dallas away from him and went to change out of his uniform. Dallas tried to fall on the bed but missed by about an inch. He hit the floor and yelped. He groaned and used the bed to stand back up, his face felt hot. He tried to quickly think of what to do next while the redhead was changing, he sat on the bed and crossed his legs. The redhead pulled on his pajama pants and stopped to look at the blond. Dallas smirked at him, the redhead noticed he had unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. He could see the blond's pale chest, he sighed heavily.

"Damn it, Dallas, I don't fucking want you." Two-Bit growled and pulled the blond off the bed.

Dallas grunted, Two-Bit grabbed him by the bicep hard enough he was sure it would be bruised tomorrow. Everything happened so fast he barely knew what happened. Two-Bit dragged him to the door and pushed him out of the room. Dallas ran into the opposite wall of the hallway, he heard the bedroom door slam shut and he heard the lock click. He stood in front of the door for a moment, he felt tears sting in his eyes again. He really was lost for words, he couldn't even follow Two-Bit's orders without getting treated like garbage. He looked down at what he was wearing, he wondered if Two-Bit would at least give him a change of clothes. He hesitated but softly knocked. He heard Two-Bit groan from the other side of the door.

"What, Dallas?" He yelled.

"Umm.. could you bring me some clothes..?" He asked.

He heard the redhead moving around on the other side of the door, he stared down at the floor with his arms at his sides. He let a tear slip down his cheek, he wiped it away. He didn't want Two-Bit to see him cry. The bedroom door opened and the redhead handed him a shirt and his pajama pants. Dallas sniffled and took the clothes, he kept staring at the floor.

"Thank you.." Dallas muttered and turned to walk down the hall.

Two-Bit looked at the blond for a moment, he had those underwear on, the stockings, he really went all out. He knew the blond hated wearing those but yet there he was. He felt more clear headed as he watched the blond sulk down the hall. He saw how his shoulders drooped and he had his head down. He remembered how he dragged the blond across the room and threw him out. He winced, the blond was trying to be sexy like he had asked. Dallas stepped into Isabella's room and softly closed the bedroom door behind him.

Dallas took off his get up and put on his pajamas. He looked down at himself, he wondered when he got so gross. He let out a shaky sigh as he sat down on the makeshift he had made on the floor, he stared down at his hands. He began to sob, he pulled his legs to his chest and hugged them close. He tried to be quiet, he didn't want to wake up his baby nor did he want to annoy Two-Bit. He cried for a moment until he heard the bedroom door open. He quickly wiped his face and tried to look like he wasn't having a mental breakdown. The redhead looked down at the blond, he looked pitiful. He didn't know how he would feel if he tried to be sexy for Dallas and the blond told him to fuck off. The blond looked at him for a second before looking down at the floor.

"What is it?" Dallas asked softly.

Two-Bit was silent, he moved to him and slowly picked the blond up in his arms. The blond kept his mouth clamped shut, he knew how this was going to go. He didn't squirm, he didn't move, he sat silent in the redhead's arms as he took him to his bedroom. Two-Bit softly laid him on the bed, the blond instantly started to take his clothes off. The redhead locked the bedroom door, he moved back to the bed. He laid down next to the blond and crawled on-top of him. Dallas stared up at him, he noticed he was already nude. He only had his black tank top on. Two-Bit raised an eyebrow at the blond but he had closed his eyes tightly. He noticed he was already biting down on his lip and he had his arms glued to his sides. Two-Bit felt sick, he couldn't believe what he had done to the person he loved. He had basically turned him into his own personal sex slave.

Dallas laid silent, he waited for Two-Bit to do something or order him around but nothing happened. He opened one eye and saw the redhead move down to his neck.

"Two-Bit..?" He softly questioned.

The redhead began to lick and suck on the blond's neck, Dallas yelped. He bit down on his lip and desperately tried to be quiet. He didn't want to get in trouble, he was shaking he was so nervous. Two-Bit stopped for a moment and looked down at his lover.

"Dallas, don't be scared.." He panted, the blond whimpered.

"W-What.." Dallas stammered but yelped when the redhead took a soft grip of his erection.

"Two-Bit!" He cried out but covered his mouth.

Two-Bit pulled his hand from his mouth, Dallas looked at him like he was insane. He began to pump the blond slowly, Dallas felt beyond confused. He bit down on his lip and squirmed underneath the redhead. Two-Bit kissed his neck and moved down to his chest, he left kisses all the way down to the blond's naval. He looked at the blond's erection, he glanced up at the blond. He still had his arms glued to his sides and he noticed that his pale legs were shaking. He took a soft grip on Dallas' pale hand before he slowly circled his tongue over the blond's tip.

"Keith..." Dallas panted and went to push for him to stop.

Two-Bit stopped and looked up at the blond as he sat up and looked down at him.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought I was suppose to be the one to start it.." Dallas mumbled, his voice was so shaky Two-Bit barely understood him.

Two-Bit kissed him on the forehead, the blond winced back from him.

"Dallas, please, I just want to love you.." Two-Bit whispered and squeezed his hand tightly.

Dallas whimpered and laid back down on his back. Two-Bit didn't even want to keep going, the blond was petrified of doing something wrong. The redhead laid beside his lover and held him in his arms. Dallas was still shaking, he sighed heavily.

"K-Keith, don't worry about me just do what you want.." Dallas trailed off and tried to pull the redhead on top of him.

"I ain't gonna do anything, you're too scared for me to do anything.." Two-Bit cooed and ran his fingers through the blond's long hair.

"I-I'm sorry I'll try to calm down." Dallas stated and stared at the ceiling. He didn't say another word.

"Dallas?" He questioned and looked at the blond.

He was still staring at the ceiling, he almost looked like a doll laying there. He didn't know what he had done, he was terrified of himself. He had destroyed the blond's sense of trust, even with him showing him he wanted to love him not hurt him wasn't enough. He wondered how many times he had tricked the blond before just to hold him down and do whatever he wanted. The blond was still shaking but not as badly as before, he held the blond tighter in his arms. Two-Bit wanted to cry, he loved Dallas so much but he kept hurting him, violating him. He couldn't even really remember most of the time, he just remembered Dallas asking him to stop or remembered him being completely silent.

"God, Dallas.." Two-Bit whimpered and began to bawl with the blond in his arms.

Dallas looked at his lover, he slowly wiped his lover's tears away.

"Keith, it's okay.." Dallas cooed and tried to kiss the redhead.

"Dallas, stop. I-I need help..I can't keep doing this to you.." Two-Bit sobbed and buried his face into the blond's shoulder.

"Two-Bit, I'm okay-"

"You laying next to me scared out of your mind isn't okay." Two-Bit stated and let the blond go.

"I'm really alright, I'm just not used to you being nice to me while we-"

"Exactly! You shouldn't expect me to hit you for enjoying yourself, you should be able to enjoy it as much as me but you don't get to because of . . . me." Two-Bit said and cried some more.

Dallas was quiet, he rubbed the redhead's back while he sobbed into his hands. He didn't know what to do, he thought for a moment. He thought maybe he could make the redhead some chocolate cake, he crawled off the bed and slipped his underwear back on. He moved out of the room to the kitchen, the redhead watched him leave. He raised an eyebrow before he wiped his tears away, he followed the blond.

"What are you doing..?" Two-Bit asked, he approached the blond slowly.

"I'm gonna make some chocolate cake for you, that usually makes you happy." Dallas said and slightly smiled at the redhead.

"You don't have to, Dallas." Two-Bit said.

"Shh, I want to, please, let me." Dallas cooed.

"Okay, I guess I'll just watch TV until you're done." Two-Bit muttered and went into the living room.

The blond joined him a few minutes later, he sat on the opposite side of the couch. The redhead scooted closer to the blond and held Dallas in his arms. The blond was confused but let the redhead hold him, he felt safe in his lover's arms at that moment.

"I-It'll be done in a few minutes." Dallas said and rested his hands on his lap.

"I love you.." Two-Bit cooed and left a soft kiss on the blond's forehead.

The blond hesitated to respond, he could still smell beer on the redhead's breath but he seemed perfectly sober. He smiled at Two-Bit and buried his face into his broad chest.

"I love you, too, Two-Bit.." Dallas trailed off and closed his eyes.

Two-Bit knew he had to change, something had to give. He didn't know what was wrong, it was like he on autopilot in his own body. It didn't make any sense and he couldn't make it make sense. He felt sober, his vision was just a bit fuzzy. When he was drunk it was like he became a whole different person, it wasn't always like that. He used to get drunk and be happy. He wished he could be a happy drunk again, he could come home and dance with Dallas or something instead of pushing him and hitting him. He remembered how him and Dallas had danced that one night, he loved being close to the blond. Seeing his smile made him feel fuzzy inside and it made his cheeks feel warm. He grabbed the blond's pale hand, he saw his lover smile. Two-Bit wasn't sure how long they sat there like that, they didn't usually sit and enjoy each others company. He heard an alarm go off from the blond's phone and he saw Dallas go to the kitchen. He sighed and stood, he followed behind the blond.

He saw the blond cutting the cake into pieces, the redhead had to admit, fresh chocolate cake did sound really good to him at that moment. He saw the blond put a piece on a saucer and hand it to him. The blond smiled at him, he took the tiny plate and looked at the blond.

"Are you gonna eat any?" He asked.

Dallas raised an eyebrow but shook his head.

"No, remember you don't like me eating much." Dallas said and glanced at the cake, it did look good.

"I don't care, it's just cake." Two-Bit said and took a bite from his piece of cake.

"Here, take a bite from mine," he motioned the cake toward the blond's mouth.

Dallas hesitated, he raised an eyebrow before slowly taking a tiny bite from the cake. The redhead chuckled at him, he chewed his cake and placed his hands on his hips.

"What's so funny?" Dallas asked.

"You eat like a rabbit, you only nibble." Two-Bit laughed and ruffled the blond's hair with his free hand.

Dallas smiled warmly, he hadn't seen the redhead laugh in so long. He loved the wide smile he had on his face, he appreciated the moment while it lasted. He sat quiet while Two-Bit ate quite a bit of the cake, he didn't mind. Two-Bit always loved chocolate, it was one of his weaknesses. The redhead put his saucer in the sink and the blond put the cake in the fridge. The blond moved to the sink to do dishes but the redhead stopped him. He turned to Two-Bit and raised an eyebrow.

"What is it..?" Dallas asked.

"I'm getting sleepy, let's go to bed." Two-Bit cooed and kissed him on his right temple.

"Are you sure? You've started getting mad at me for slacking off on the dishes." Dallas said and raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

"C'mon, Dally.." Two-Bit cooed and slightly tugged on the blond's arm.

The blond let the redhead lead him to the bedroom, he felt nervous. He wasn't sure if Two-Bit was going to try to initiate anything or not. He sighed, he thought he would just have to accept it. Two-Bit pulled him to the bed with him, he pulled the heavy comforter over them, the blond kept his distance from the redhead. The room was dark, the blond simply waited. He felt like a mouse stuck in a trap, he gulped. Two-Bit pulled him into his strong arms and held him close.

"Two-Bit..?" Dallas questioned.

The redhead kissed him on the forehead, "are you not sleepy?"

"I am I was just seeing if you wanted to try.. you know.. " Dallas trailed off.

"Dallas, you were way too uncomfortable earlier and I just want to cuddle with you." Two-Bit cooed and deeply kissed the blond.

Dallas smiled softly, "well, goodnight, Keith," He gave a soft kiss to Two-Bit's nose, "I love you."

Two-Bit couldn't help but giggle like a middle school girl, the blond chuckled before he slowly closed eyes to sleep. The redhead held the blond tight in his arms, he left a soft kiss on his pale cheek.

"I love you, Dally.." He cooed and fell asleep himself.

. . .

Dallas was chewing on his fingernails, Two-Bit was late to get home from work. He knew Two-Bit did disappear for an hour or so but it was almost passed one in the morning, his fingers were about to start bleeding from how badly he was chewing on his nails. He kept looking at his phone, usually when Two-Bit was going to be late he would text him but he hadn't gotten any messages from the redhead all day. He sent him a couple messages and desperately waited for some sort of answer. He tried calling him a few time to no avail, it just went straight to voice mail. He closed his phone and started to pace the living room, he didn't know what to do. He moved down the hall to Isabella's bedroom, it was faintly lit up by her butterfly shaped nightlight.

He smiled at his baby, she gave him some temporary solace, she always made him smile. He picked her up and held her close, he just hoped that Two-Bit came home and that he did so as soon as possible.

. . .

Two-Bit was with some random blonde woman he had just met, he was pretty well plastered but so was the woman he was with. He couldn't even remember her name, he wasn't even sure if she even told him. He knew he just picked her out at the bar and took her away so they could be alone with one another. She had golden blonde hair and her lips were painted red, she had blue eyes and they reminded the redhead of someone. That someone was probably waiting for him to come home to him and their daughter. He thought about them for a moment until the blonde in front of him pulled him into a deep kiss. He wanted to pull away and just go home but something stopped him. He felt disgusted in himself deep down.

He let her take off his shirt and he took off hers, he started to feel disassociated from the situation he was in. He kept thinking of a certain blond but he couldn't make himself stop, he was back to fighting with himself. He kept making out with the blonde and his rational side started to fade out. He knew he ended up sleeping with her but he couldn't really recall. He felt uncomfortable with the fact he couldn't remember what he had just done. He looked over at the woman sleeping next to him, he wanted to go home. He slowly crawled out of the bed and got dressed, he checked to see if he had his phone and keys.

He walked to his car and checked his phone, he saw all the missed calls from Dallas and the few texts he had sent him. He felt sick, he crawled into his car and drove away, he just wanted to go home.

. . .

Dallas was sitting on the couch with his knees brought up to his chest. He was still chewing on his fingers, some of his fingers had started to bleed slightly. He had put Isabella back to sleep, he didn't want to mess up her sleeping schedule he had her on. He checked his phone once again, still nothing from Two-Bit. He started to feel nauseous from all the nervousness, he hoped Two-Bit hadn't gotten into an accident. He heard the front door open and he felt beyond relieved. He jumped off the couch and hurried over to the redhead. He was going to hug him then he noticed how disheveled he looked, his clothes were all wrinkled, he took a closer look and noticed the hickies on his neck. The blond stepped back from him and looked up at him.

"Where have you been?" Dallas asked, he felt like he really didn't want to know.

"Nowhere, Dal. I was out drinking like always." He said and scratched his head.

Dallas was quiet, he took a closer look and saw the lipstick smeared all over Two-Bit's neck area. He got a pretty good idea what Two-Bit really was up to.

"Where were you?" He asked softly.

"I told you, Dally. I wasn't doing anything." Two-Bit trailed off.

"I think I deserve to know where you were, you fucking piece of shit!" Dallas cried, he felt his hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Two-Bit scratched his head nervously, he knew he was caught.

"Seriously, Dally, I don't know what you're talking about.." He trailed off and tried to hide his neck with his hand.

Dallas sort of chuckled, "do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"No, but I wasn't doing anything-"

"Bullshit! I can fucking see those hickies on your neck! I'm not blind!" Dallas exclaimed.

Two-Bit bit his lip, his stomach was doing flips inside him. He felt awful for what he had done, he saw Dallas turn away from him. He saw his shoulders shake with sobs, he wanted to comfort him for a moment but then the other part of him started coming forward. He thought that maybe he wouldn't have cheated on Dallas if the blond wasn't so damn boring to be around, he growled.

"This wouldn't have happened if you knew what you were doing!" Two-Bit exclaimed.

"Me?! I do everything you tell me to do!" Dallas cried and turned to him, he noticed his eyebrows were arched. It had been a while since he had seen the blond so angry.

"All you do is mope around all day and don't even get me started on how fucking boring you are in the bedroom!" Two-Bit growled.

"You don't let me do anything! I can't touch you, I can't kiss you. . . what am I supposed to do?" He cried, he tried to walk away for a moment to cool off but Two-Bit grabbed him and held him in place.

"How am I supposed to fucking feel when you just lay there like a fucking piece of wood when we fuck?! It's god awful!" Two-Bit yelled, the blond winced.

"What, you mean like how you fucking ordered me to?! All I've done is listen to you so it's your own damn fault!" Dallas yelled back, he almost wanted to lurch forward and bite Two-Bit.

"Whatever, Dallas. I'm fucking tired of you being in my life." Two-Bit stated coldly, he let the blond go and moved down the hall way.

Dallas watched him enter his bedroom and slam the door behind him, it caused the walls to shake. The blond stood still for a moment, he brought his hands to his face and sobbed. He didn't want to believe that Two-Bit had cheated on him. He almost expected himself to wake up and realize it was all a horrible nightmare, but he knew deep down this was happening. He took this as a sign, he needed to leave. He realized how pointless it was for him to stay, Two-Bit wasn't going to change. No matter how much he cried and begged him, that was a choice he had to make for himself.

He made up his mind, he was leaving. He moved down the hall and entered Isabella's room. His baby was still sleeping, he could faintly make out her chest rising and falling. He smiled slightly then moved to the dresser where he kept his and Isabella's things. He found an old, duffle bag of his. He started stuffing it full of clothes of his and some of Isabella's, he made sure to stuff in some diapers and other things for her. He finished packing his bag then started packing Isabella's travel bag, by the time he was done packing both bags were about as full as they could get. He moved over to Isabella's crib and softly pet her soft cheek for a moment.

"We"re leaving, Isabella. Just hang tight, okay?" Dallas cooed.

He wanted to wait for Two-Bit to be good and passed out so he couldn't stop him. He kept thinking about Two-Bit, he loved him, he really did but he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't change him, he could only hope that one day he woke up and could a father for Isabella. He was starting to believe that Isabella deserved better, she didn't deserve to be around all the violence. He knew she wouldn't remember any of it but he hated the idea of hurting her. He needed to get out while he could and while she was so young.

He remembered that his phone charger was in the bedroom with Two-Bit, he groaned to himself but he needed it before he left. He left his daughter's room and moved to the bedroom door. He slightly jiggled the doorknob to see if the redhead had locked it. He softly pushed the door open, he glanced at the bed. Two-Bit was laying face down in his pillow, his leg was hanging off the bed. Dallas sneaked across the room to his side of the bed, he reached toward his charger. Two-Bit groaned and rolled over, Dallas froze. He sat still for a moment, he watched Two-Bit. He was snoring again, Dallas unplugged the charger and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked over at the dresser and saw a notepad and a pen next to it. He figured he could leave Two-Bit a little note for when he wakes up. He moved to the dresser, he scribbled down his note.

I'm leaving. Don't bother looking for me.

He wanted to draw a stick figure flipping him off but he shook his head. He didn't have time. He sneaked back out of the bedroom.

An hour passed and he went to text Sodapop to ask for a ride. He thought he could stay with them for a little while until he could get his shit together. He needed to get his license back and he needed to find a job. He sighed, he heard his phone go off, Soda said he was on his way. He went to get Isabella dressed for the cold, April air. He was ready to leave.

. . .

Dallas was standing outside, he really wanted a cigarette. He held his baby close to his chest, trying to keep the freezing wind from touching her face. He didn't want to risk her getting sick. He had her travel bag on his left shoulder, his arms were starting to get tired. Isabella was starting to get a lot heavier and bigger, he couldn't believe she was growing so fast. He heard his phone bleep, he couldn't reach for it but he saw someone pull up in the parking lot. He began to walk toward Soda's truck, he glanced back at the apartment. A small part of him wanted to stay but he knew it was for the better in the end, he turned away. Soda met him half way, he looked at the younger male.

"Are you okay?" Soda asked, he nodded.

"Yeah..just get her seated, okay?" Dallas said.

"Do you need help with those bags?" He asked.

"I got them, just worry about Isabella." Dallas said and slightly smiled at Soda.

Soda nodded, he took Isabella in his arms and grabbed her car seat from Dallas' hand. He moved to his truck and got her seat strapped into the seat in the middle. Dallas placed his bags in the floor board, he crawled inside and shut his door softly. He checked on Isabella, she was still sleeping. He swore she could sleep through anything. He buckled himself in and stared straight ahead, he rested his pale hands on his lap. Soda crawled in truck and buckled himself in, he glanced at Dallas.

"So, what happened tonight..?" He asked.

Dallas was quiet for a moment, he sighed.

"Soda. . .he cheated on me.." Dallas said and stared down at his lap.

Soda frowned, he didn't know what to say to try and make the blond feel better.

"We can talk more when we get to the house, I need to get my head together..." Dallas trailed off, he rested his head on the cold window.

Sodapop backed out of his parking space, they headed to the Curtis' household.

. . .

Dallas was sitting on Sodapop's bed, he kept staring at his hands. He knew Soda was going to ask about what happened, he wasn't sure if he would be able to talk about it without crying, he was tired of crying, he was tired of being weak. Sodapop was asking Darry if he could watch Isabella while he and Dallas talked, the blond remembered seeing Ponyboy sleeping on the couch. He wanted to open up more about what he went through with Two-Bit but it hurt to remember. It all was mostly him crying or staying as silent as he could. He shivered. Sodapop walked into the room and shut the door behind him, he sat on the bed near Dallas.

"Do you wanna talk now? It's okay if you're not ready yet." Soda said.

Dallas wad quiet for a moment, he sighed.

"H-He was late getting home, really late. I was really worried about him so I stayed up waiting for him, I usually did wait for him to get home. He finally came home and I was so relieved.." Dallas trailed off, he sniffled.

"I-I saw the hickies on his neck. . .and the lipstick smeared all over. He tried to lie to me like I'm stupid but I had him caught. I never thought he would ever actually cheat on me." Dallas muttered, Soda brought the blond into his arms.

Dallas felt tears well up in his eyes, he tried to hold it in but he couldn't do it anymore. He sobbed into Soda's chest, the younger male ran his fingers through the blond's hair. The blond cried for a few minutes, it felt good to finally release all his pent up sadness and anger. He slowly sat up and wiped his face.

"S-Sorry, I haven't really cried to just cry in so long.." He muttered.

"Don't apologize, Dally. You've been through a lot." Soda cooed.

Dallas smiled but then he frowned. He thought about all the terrible things Two-Bit had said to him over the passed year he was with him, but what stuck most was when he would accuse him of having Isabella to screw up his life. He knew deep down it wasn't true but Two-Bit said it so often that he started to believe it somewhat. Isabella was an accident, wasn't she?

"Soda, I didn't have Isabella on purpose just to mess up Two-Bit's life, right?" He asked.

"No, remember he was the one who pinned you down and didn't wear protection." Soda said.

Dallas nodded, "I-I try not to remember."

Dallas thought about all the names Two-Bit had called him, it ranged from insulting his physical appearance, his intelligence and his general existence. He knew Two-Bit called him ugly at least once a day, he thought he would just get used to it but every time hurt just as much as the first time. He started to believe him. He started to notice all of his acne, he saw some of his teeth were crooked, he also noticed how thin he was. He didn't eat a lot since Two-Bit called him fat so often, especially if he saw him eating anything. He could of been eating salad and Two-Bit would still say he was fat. He couldn't understand why he thought he was fat even after he lost so much weight, he didn't think he had any fat left. He looked at Sodapop, he thought he was handsome. Soda always caught the attention of women while he was at work, it had been a while since anyone thought he was attractive.

"Soda, am I ugly?" He asked.

Soda looked at him and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sure, on opposite day." Soda chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Dallas knew what he wanted, he wanted Sodapop. He knew he just broke up with Two-Bit but he needed someone to love him. It had been so long since he had actually felt wanted by anyone, he looked at the floor. He didn't know what to say, he felt his cheeks get warm.

"S-Soda, I need you.." Dallas whimpered, he scooted closer to him.

Soda blushed deeply, he had wanted this for so long but he didn't want to rush the blond into anything he wasn't ready for.

"Are you sure? You did just break up with Two-Bit.." He trailed off, the blond just scooted closer to him.

"I'm sure, Soda, it's been so long since someone cared about what I want.." Dallas said and moved closer, their lips were almost touching.

Dallas closed the space between them and kissed Sodapop. Soda's eyes widened but he fell into the kiss. The blond slowly licked his bottom lip to ask for access inside, the younger male allowed him in. The couple made out for a moment, the blond was running out of breath and had to pull away. They parted, the blond panted and wiped his mouth.

"Soda . . ." Dallas panted, he ran his hands down to Soda's pants button. Soda stopped him.

"Dally, are you really sure this is what you want?" Soda asked.

"Please, Soda..." He whimpered.

Soda slowly laid the blond down on the bed, he remembered something and stood for a moment. The blond raised an eyebrow and sat up on an elbow.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm gonna turn off the light." Soda said and then the room was quiet.

The younger male moved over to his nightstand and turned on his lamp. Dallas watched as he crawled on top of him. Soda moved down to his neck and started to leave soft, little kisses. Dallas yelped and clawed at the comforter beneath him. He felt Soda start to kiss and such on his neck, he whimpered heavily. He couldn't remember the last time Two-Bit had been like this with him., he tried to keep thoughts of the redhead out of his mind.

"Soda.." Dallas panted, Soda left a kiss on his forehead. Dallas was silent for a moment.

"S-Soda, do you have condoms..?" He asked shyly, he winced.

"I think so. ." Soda trailed off and crawled off the blond to go search in his nightstand.

Dallas stared at the ceiling as he listened to Sodapop rustle around, he sighed.

"It's okay if you don't." He muttered.

Soda chuckled, "Dally, I don't think you want to risk having my kid."

Dallas was quiet, he coughed.

"You're. . You're not gonna make me wear one, are you?" Dallas asked.

Soda was quiet, he didn't know what to say. He looked at the blond and raised an eyebrow.

"Ummm. . . why would I do that?" He asked.

"Oh, Two-Bit used to make me wear them so he wouldn't have to help me clean up afterward." He muttered, he continued to stare at the ceiling.

"I found them." Soda said and sat the tiny box on top of the nightstand.

The blond was nervous about what was about to happen, he wanted Sodapop so badly but he still felt somewhat guilty. Sodapop kissed him on the lips and left a trail of kisses down his chest and down to his navel, he whimpered from each one. He felt Sodapop pull on his pants, he lifted his hips so he could pull them off. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, he could barely believe this was happening. The blond was exposed to Sodapop, his cheeks were red. Soda circled his tongue over the tip of his dick, he yelped and covered his mouth.

Soda sort of chuckled, he licked all the way down to the base then went back to the tip. He continued to circle his tongue over the tip but then he took the tip inside his mouth. Dallas moaned and tightly gripped his golden blond hair, he slightly bucked his hips. The younger male tool the blond's erection deeper into his mouth, he got about half way then he pulled his head back and sucked on the head. He sucked the dick back in his mouth then pulled back, he glanced up at the blond.

"Soda!" Dallas cried and bit down on his lip.

Soda continued his motions, he would deep throat him every once in a while. He saw how Dallas' legs shook when he did and how he gripped on his hair. He pulled his head back so only the tip of in his mouth, he ran his tongue over the slit where his pre-cum was leaking from. Dallas grunted, he glanced down at Sodapop. The younger male continued to circle his tongue a couple more times before taking every inch back inside his mouth. He kept at it until Dallas motioned for him to stop, he held himself over the blond.

"S-Soda, I need you.." Dallas begged, the younger male sighed.

"Dally, you really sure this is what you want?" Soda asked.

Dallas whimpered, "p-please.." he mewled. He tried to grind his hips against Sodapop.

Soda moved from the bed, he pulled off his jeans and boxers. His cheeks felt hot, he could barely believe what was about to happen. He had wanted the blond for so long and he was so close to getting what he wanted. He wanted to make the blond feel good, he didn't want to hurt him. He put on a condom and crawled back on top of the waiting blond, he spread his legs and positioned himself. Dallas was panting, he could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. Dallas placed his hands on Soda's hips and pushed them forward.

"S-Soda.." Dallas begged.

The younger male held himself over the blond as he slowly pushed his length inside, he gasped. The blond felt fantastic, he had to stop himself from cumming. He had to admit it had been a while since he had had sex with anybody. The blond gasped and clawed at the comforter beneath him. Soda moved the blond's hands to his shoulders, Dallas raised an eyebrow at him. He rested his forehead on the blonds and began to thrust into the blond soft and slow. The blond slightly clawed at the back of his neck, he thrusted a bit deeper into the blond.

"Soda.." Dallas panted, Soda couldn't help but find him so adorable while he was in such a state of pleasure.

"F-Faster, please." Dallas moaned.

Soda complied and began to thrust his hips harder and faster into the blond, Dallas' moans were louder now. He was sure Darry could hear but he didn't care. He could faintly hear the headboard banging against the wall, he tried not to think about it. The blond's moans were so delicate and beautiful, he couldn't understand why Two-Bit treated the blond so badly. He left soft kisses on the blond's neck, the blond giggled for a moment and ran his thin fingers through his golden blond hair. Sodapop smirked. He moved his hips harder into the blond, he heard Dallas gasp. The blond clawed at his arms and deeply kissed the younger male. Sodapop groaned, he was really trying not to cum. The blond was tight and warm, he wanted to make him happy.

Soda kept thrusting until the blond pushed at him to stop, he stopped moving his hips. He looked at the blond, he had a deep blush on his face. Sodapop smiled at him and left a soft kiss on his nose.

"You're very cute, Dally. . ." Soda cooed, Dallas' blush somehow got worse and deeper.

"T-Thank you, Soda.." Dallas muttered, he glanced away from the younger male.

"Can we change positions..?" Dallas questioned, Sodapop nodded and pulled out of the blond.

Dallas sat up and pushed Soda down onto his back, he crawled on top of the younger man. Soda ran his hands over the blond's thighs as the blond lowered himself over Sodapop's dick, he felt the tip inside then he slid in the rest. Sodapop grunted and lightly clawed at the blond's thighs. He moved his hands to rest on the blond's hips, Dallas was looking at Sodapop for a moment. He saw how happy he seemed to be there and to be intimate with him, it had been a while since he ever felt something like that with Two-Bit. The redhead was usually too busy getting his own pleasure accounted for than Dallas'. The blond pushed those thoughts from his mind and began to grind his hips back and forth slowly.

"F-Fuck. . " Soda whimpered and clawed at Dallas' hips.

"Mmmnn. . ." Dallas hummed and kept his hips movements steady before he sped up some.

He felt Sodapop grip his erection and begin to rub him slowly, he could barely keep up with all the sensations he was feeling. Soda had more girth than the redhead had so it took sometime for the blond to adjust, he kept with his slow motions. Sodapop kept rubbing his erection at a slow pace, almost matching his hips movements. The blond ran his fingers through his hair and rested his forehead on Sodapop's.

"I-I think I'm gonna cummm.." Dallas hummed and grinded his hips harder.

Sodapop gave him a soft kiss as he kept rubbing him, he felt so close. He continued to grind his hips until he felt his crotch become intensely warm, he gasped.

"S-Soda!" Dallas moaned and came on the younger man's hand, he continued to grind his hips to make his orgasm even more intense.

Sodapop groaned and came, his orgasm was just intensified by the blond continuing his motions. Eventually, Dallas stopped and looked down at him. He was sweating, his face was somewhat red but he definitely looked tired. The blond crawled off Sodapop and collapsed on the bed. Sodapop moved from the bed to throw away his condom and to change his shirt, the blond's cum had accidentally gotten on his current shirt. Dallas looked him over as he changed his shirt, he looked down at his hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make a mess.." Dallas muttered, Soda chuckled.

"Clothes can be washed, Dally. It'll be okay." Soda said and crawled underneath the thick comforter, the blond cuddled up to the younger male.

The blond laid his head on Sodapop's chest, he laid silent and just listened to his heart beat. It was beating rapidly for a few moments but slowed down the longer he listened. Dallas smiled and rubbed his face into Soda's chest, he fell into a peaceful sleep. For once in a long time he felt loved and cared for.

. . .

Two-Bit groaned and raised his head up from his pillow. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes, he wondered what time it was. He went to pick up his phone but saw a note was stuck to it, he raised an eyebrow and read the note.

"We're done. Don't bother looking for me." It was definitely the blond's handwriting.

He was confused for a moment until he realized what he had done, his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He jumped off the bed and sped out of the bedroom, he almost slid across the wooden floor in the hallway. He ran to Isabella's room and saw it was completely empty. Isabella was gone, Dallas was gone.

"No.." Two-Bit muttered and hurried to the living room hoping and praying Dallas was there with Isabella but the couch was empty too.

His heart was about to burst from his chest, he hurried back into the bedroom to grab his phone and car keys. He needed to find Dallas and Isabella, he didn't know where to begin, the blond could be anywhere in Tulsa. He thought that maybe Sodapop wouldn't have an idea or maybe even Darry. He ran out of the apartment, he wasn't even sure if he locked the door behind him. He just wanted to find the blond and genuinely apologize. He jumped in his tiny, black car and sped out of the parking lot in search of Dallas.

Two-Bit pulled up in front of the Curtis' house, it was dark. The redhead was worried, they usually at least kept their front porch light on. He hurried up the side walk and stepped inside the house. He instantly heard soft snoring, he looked around and saw Ponyboy was asleep on the couch. He moved down the hallway, he stepped up to Sodapop's bedroom door. His heart was beating faster than light, he thought it was going to explode. He took in a deep breath and stepped in. His eyes widened, he saw the blond's head resting on Sodapop's chest. The younger male was running his fingers through his hair. Two-Bit stared at them for a moment, he didn't know how to feel or what to think. Soda slowly laid the blond down on the bed and watched the redhead. He knew it wasn't going to end well.

"You motherfucker!" Two-Bit growled and lunged for Sodapop.

Dallas sat straight up in bed and watched as Two-Bit drug Sodapop off the bed and pinned him down on the floor. He didn't know what to do, he could of sworn his heart stopped. He moved out of the bed and moved over to the closet, he almost wanted to hide.

Soda was seeing red, he wanted to show Two-Bit how Dallas felt when he hit him and used him. He lurched forward and tried to bite Two-Bit. The readhead jumped back and the younger male took advantage of the moment to unpin his arms and punch the redhead across the face. Two-Bit groaned and growled at him. He tried to grab Soda but he just punched him again and again. The redhead tried to hit Sodapop back but he couldn't seem to land one. Sodapop was somewhat smaller than him so he could move faster. Eventually Soda had Two-Bit pinned up against the bed and kept hitting him. Two-Bit tried to cover his face but it didn't work very well. Soda kept hitting him even when Two-Bit started to beg him to stop. He was eventually pulled off, he knew it was Darry but he tried to pull away to beat the redhead up some more.

"Let me go! I'm gonna kill this piece of shit!" Soda yelled.

"Soda, I think you've done enough now stop." Darry ordered, the middle Curtis stopped and stared at Two-Bit.

Two-Bit sat up against the bed and tried to wipe away the blood that was all over his face. Someone threw him a towel, he looked up and saw Ponyboy standing beside Darry. He wiped his face off, he winced. His face was already sore. He crawled onto the bed and sat on the edge, he stared down at his boots. Darry let go of Soda but kept a close eye on him.

"Two-Bit, you're lucky I don't kick you out after what you've done to Dallas. But I'm guessing you came here for a reason." Darry said and crossed his arms over his chest.

Two-Bit gulped, he almost expected Darry to kick his ass too. He let out a shaky sigh and ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"I. . . I just wanted to know where Dallas went. . " He trailed off.

"And why did you want to find him?" Darry asked him.

Two-Bit whimpered, "I just wanted to say I was sorry for what I did."

"Well, he's in the room. You can say it now." Darry said.

"C-Can we be alone?" Two-Bit asked.

Darry shook his head, "me and Ponyboy will leave but Soda will stay. We aren't going to let you be alone with Dallas while you're here."

Two-Bit nodded in defeat, he thought at the very least he wasn't kicked out of the house. He looked over at the other side of the bed and saw the blond was sitting there. He was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, he was staring at his pale hands. The redhead slightly scooted closer to the blond, he glanced at Sodapop. He was sure he was itching to beat him up more so he didn't want to push him. He saw Darry and Pony leave the room, he looked over at the blond.

"Dally, I know I have a problem and I am sorry for what I did and for how I have treated you. You don't have to accept my apology and I don't expect you to, but I'm willing to get help. I am an alcoholic. I know I need help." Two-Bit said and slowly grabbed the blond's hand.

Dallas looked up at him, his face was completely straight. He sort of winced but he knew if he was in Dallas' position he would probably be making the same face.

"You do have a problem but I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired of spending all day by myself just for you to come home and beat me up over shit that isn't even my fault." Dallas stated coldly, he took his hand away from Two-Bit. The redhead stared at his hands.

"You need to get help, but I'm not your savior, Keith. I want you to get better and I do really love you but I can't keep living like that. Isabella deserves better, " Dallas paused, "I deserve better."

"I-I'll try to get help, will you be there with me?" Two-Bit asked, he was scared of the answer.

"I'm not going back home with you, Two-Bit. Me and Isabella are going to stay here for now. I'll let you see Isabella but I will not let you be by yourself with her. If you can prove to me you can change and get better then maybe, just maybe I'll consider going back to the apartment. Okay?" Dallas said sternly.

Two-Bit nodded, he didn't have anything else to say. He felt the blond's hand on his shoulder, he looked at him.

"I do care about you, Keith. I really do. I want to see you get better but until then we're done. From this point on we're just friends." Dallas said.

Two-Bit wanted to cry, he was losing everything he ever had but he didn't want to seem like he was throwing a pity party for himself. He bit his lip and swallowed down his sobs.

"I can come see Isabella during my lunch breaks if you don't mind.." Two-Bit muttered and slowly stood.

Dallas nodded, "works for me."

"I'm going to head to the apartment, I'll see you, Dally." Two-Bit said and waved at the blond. He wanted to hug him and say those three special words but he knew it wasn't a smart idea.

"Bye, Two-Bit." Dallas said and stared at his hands, he couldn't watch Two-Bit leave. It took all of his being not to chase Two-Bit and go with him back to the apartment but he knew he had to stay. He knew Isabella deserved better.

Sodapop watched as Two-Bit left the room, he stood still and heard the front door open and shut. He looked at the blond, he looked like he was about to cry.

"Are you okay?" Soda asked and sat next to Dallas.

"N-No.." Dallas sobbed and hugged Sodapop close.

"S-Soda, I love him so much. . I know this is for the better but. . ." Dallas whimpered and sobbed into Soda's shoulder.

"It's okay, Dally. I promise." Soda cooed.

"I-I just never thought I could ever say those words to him. I. . .I don't know what to think." Dallas muttered.

"Well, it took someone very brave to say such a thing to him to try and help him realize he's being an asshole. You did the right thing, Dal." Soda said and smiled softly.

The blond laid down on the bed and pulled the blankets over his shoulders, he was exhausted. He rolled over so he was facing away from Sodapop, he felt Soda softly kiss him on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Dal." Soda cooed and flicked off the lamp. It was dark in the room now.

"Goodnight, Soda. ." Dallas muttered and closed his eyes.

Dallas eventually cuddled close to Sodapop and let him hold him in his arms. He smiled in his sleep, for once in a long time he felt loved and wanted.

AN: Chapter 22 has finally arrived. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading.