Hey everybody! Chapter 9! Wooh! This is kinda a flashback scene kinda not, you'll have 2 read it 2 understand. Thanx to ElfPilot, Lousia, and ???? (who I will now call Bob, cuz I feel lke I'm an idoit everything I thank ???....lol, j/k j/k.) This chapter kinda shows a softer side of Dallas, and it's really sweet so everyone go "Awwwwwwhhhhhh", lol. This chapter and the next one are my favorites, so I hope u like 'emThe only things i own r Lexa, her Dad, and Keba (I really do own a white stuffed tiger named Keba,I got him at Toys R Us while 'shopping for my 3 year old cousin' which I ended up getting something instead of her.....oops...lol!)All I own in this story so far is Keba, Lexa, her diary, my peom *which needs a title *, Jeff Baker and Co., Rabbit Roofing shirt from chapter one (which I really do own.), everything else is S.E. Hinton's. Review! 0u+z, Daze
Between the ages of three and five when i was still living with my father in New York I use to dream I was running through a field of blue wild flowers, giggling as my mother chasing after me. We'd both be running, and she'd finally catch up to me and take my hand in hers. I would smile up at her, and we'd start walking towards this red golden sunset. And few a very second everything seemed right in the world. Then suddenly the earth would open at our feet, and great flames of fire would inhale my mother, pulling my hand from hers. I would watch as she was drug in to the earth, and she would call my name, begging for help. But I couldn't move. I just stood there. Then she'd disappear below the surface and my father would be there next to me. He'd be yelling at me for not saving my mother, telling me it was all my fault. I'd cry reaching out for his hand, and he'd shove me roughly to the hard ground. I could feel the ground in my sleep. I'd awaken sobbing hysterically calling out for her. No one would answer those cries, no one even heard. My father would usually be out lord knows where with his friends doing lord knows what, coming home to his four year old daughter at ungodly hours of the morning, drink and swearing. My mother wasn't there either, but her reason was more excusable. She was 6 feet under the soft soil, in a hard pine coffin. Not exactly the easy place to take care of a little girl and a drunken abusive husband from.
The dream use to scare me so bad I stopped sleeping. I figured if I didn't sleep the dream couldn't come, so I'd stay awake drawing pictures of the family i use to have. Eventually i got sick from the lack of sleep and found myself in the ICU of the local hospital. They had me so pumped up with medicines I couldn't help but sleep and the dream returned. I'd wake up screaming, and this nurse names Tina would come in and lay my head against her chest and hold me. I grow rather attached to her, and remember asking if she would come home and be my Mommy. She had laughed and told me she already had two little girls at home waiting for her. So i asked her if could come home with her, because I didn't want to go home. She told me I wouldn't have to worry about that. While I was there the staff found out about me being home alone all day, and the things my father did when he was home. So when I got out of the hospital 4 days later I'd gone to live with Dally and his parents.
They're apartment was small, and I'd had to share a bedroom with Dallas who was seven at the time. The new home didn't keep the nightmare from coming, it was like my shadow looping silently behind me at all times. The first night while we laid in our beds Dallas had presented me with a stuffed white tiger, that was about a foot long, and had polished light blue eyes. "Lexa, this is Keba, he's my stuffed animal, but you can sleep with him tonight if you want. He'll keep you safe." Half way through the night I woke up crying, clutching Keba to me. Suddenly the coner of my bed had shifted under someone's weight and I could make out Dallas' face in the dim light. He didn't say a word, just wiped away the tear that were leaving cold paths on my cheeks, and kissed me on the for head. "Lexa, do you want me to lay with you?" my not-so-tough seven year old cousin had asked, his voice is a high whisper. I remember nodding fiercely, and scooting over to allow Dallas in next to me. He'd laid down, in his box car pajamas, and put a protective arm around me. 'Don't worry Alexa, I'm seven, that's grown up. And from now on I'm gonna take good care of you. So when you need something ask me ok? But try to sleep now, it's gonna be ok, trust me." He'd sounded so grown up, so sure that I couldn't help but believe him. Dally has always been tough even at a young age, and he'd always taken care of me. So I'd drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the first I'd had in a long time.
It had been a long time since that night in the cold New York apartment, so many things had happened since then. So many things had changed. But one thing that had remind the same is that I still trusted Dallas that no matter what as long as he was there everything would be alright. My 'dream' had only come twice since that day so long ago, and each time Dallas had been there, no questions asked.
But tonight the dream was different, and more terrifying. Dallas and I had been walking down the street kicking a bottle, the sun warm over head. At first it was a nice dream, a happy dream, but then suddenly the earth began to shake and tear apart at it's seems. I reached for Dallas' hand but he was gone, falling, falling, falling deep down inside the crack. I screamed out calling his name, and a hand grabbed mine. Terrified I turned to see Johnny next to me, a smile playing on his lips, then just as suddenly as he appear a blaze of fire out from the sky pulling him away. Then before me was my mother laughing and telling me this was all my fault, all of it. I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking my hand screeching the bed next to me for Dallas. And for a moment I couldn't find him, I couldn't feel anything but the cold mattress under my small fingers. "Dallas...." my voice broke at the end of his name and I felt the tears bubbling in my eyes. I wanted Dally...Had he come in yet? I looked around the room, surprised. Last thing I remember was sitting in the chair watching Johnny moan in his sleep. Now I was in Darry's bedroom, sleeping on his bed while he, I guessed, was on the couch. "Dallas?" I sat straight up in bed, my eyes scanning the darkened room. The at that moment the door opened noiselessly and a ray of light shone it. Dallas appeared before me, hair ruffled and eyes half closed with sleep. His eyes traveled to me, and snapped open. Closing the door quickly he was at my side.
"Lexa, baby, what's wrong, are you alright?" His voice was soft and soothing, and for a second he seemed just like the seven year old back in New York. Young, with a child like innocents that was long gone by now. I throw my arms around him, proving to myself he was still there. "Dallas...Dallas..." I repeat softly as his hand travel in circles on my back, my tear dripping on to his neck. "Nightmare." It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded softly anyways. I Pulled him tighter to me, and let the tears fall as I explained tiredly. "I was scared Dallas, when I woke up and I couldn't find you. I though...I thought I was back with my dad in New York....O Dally it was you this time in my dream, then Jonnhy, then Mama came and told me it was all my fault....But Dally it was you! I was so scared Dally .I was so scared....." I felt so stupid crying like this, I mean I'm 15 for God's sake., but I couldn't help it. The dream...Johnny.....Mama..... Dallas! "Shhhh....it's ok Lex It's ok. I was in the bathroom, I'm here now and I'm not going to leave you. Everything's ok. Lay down and try to sleep. I'm not going anywhere." His voice was soothing, and I obeyed. He laid down next to me, and I felt safe wrapped tightly in his arms. My sobs turned to hiccups and I listen as Dally's breath pattern letting me know he'd drifted off into sleep. I hugged Keba close to me with one arm and Dallas with the other. Closing my eyes I forced my self into a restless slumber.
Between the ages of three and five when i was still living with my father in New York I use to dream I was running through a field of blue wild flowers, giggling as my mother chasing after me. We'd both be running, and she'd finally catch up to me and take my hand in hers. I would smile up at her, and we'd start walking towards this red golden sunset. And few a very second everything seemed right in the world. Then suddenly the earth would open at our feet, and great flames of fire would inhale my mother, pulling my hand from hers. I would watch as she was drug in to the earth, and she would call my name, begging for help. But I couldn't move. I just stood there. Then she'd disappear below the surface and my father would be there next to me. He'd be yelling at me for not saving my mother, telling me it was all my fault. I'd cry reaching out for his hand, and he'd shove me roughly to the hard ground. I could feel the ground in my sleep. I'd awaken sobbing hysterically calling out for her. No one would answer those cries, no one even heard. My father would usually be out lord knows where with his friends doing lord knows what, coming home to his four year old daughter at ungodly hours of the morning, drink and swearing. My mother wasn't there either, but her reason was more excusable. She was 6 feet under the soft soil, in a hard pine coffin. Not exactly the easy place to take care of a little girl and a drunken abusive husband from.
The dream use to scare me so bad I stopped sleeping. I figured if I didn't sleep the dream couldn't come, so I'd stay awake drawing pictures of the family i use to have. Eventually i got sick from the lack of sleep and found myself in the ICU of the local hospital. They had me so pumped up with medicines I couldn't help but sleep and the dream returned. I'd wake up screaming, and this nurse names Tina would come in and lay my head against her chest and hold me. I grow rather attached to her, and remember asking if she would come home and be my Mommy. She had laughed and told me she already had two little girls at home waiting for her. So i asked her if could come home with her, because I didn't want to go home. She told me I wouldn't have to worry about that. While I was there the staff found out about me being home alone all day, and the things my father did when he was home. So when I got out of the hospital 4 days later I'd gone to live with Dally and his parents.
They're apartment was small, and I'd had to share a bedroom with Dallas who was seven at the time. The new home didn't keep the nightmare from coming, it was like my shadow looping silently behind me at all times. The first night while we laid in our beds Dallas had presented me with a stuffed white tiger, that was about a foot long, and had polished light blue eyes. "Lexa, this is Keba, he's my stuffed animal, but you can sleep with him tonight if you want. He'll keep you safe." Half way through the night I woke up crying, clutching Keba to me. Suddenly the coner of my bed had shifted under someone's weight and I could make out Dallas' face in the dim light. He didn't say a word, just wiped away the tear that were leaving cold paths on my cheeks, and kissed me on the for head. "Lexa, do you want me to lay with you?" my not-so-tough seven year old cousin had asked, his voice is a high whisper. I remember nodding fiercely, and scooting over to allow Dallas in next to me. He'd laid down, in his box car pajamas, and put a protective arm around me. 'Don't worry Alexa, I'm seven, that's grown up. And from now on I'm gonna take good care of you. So when you need something ask me ok? But try to sleep now, it's gonna be ok, trust me." He'd sounded so grown up, so sure that I couldn't help but believe him. Dally has always been tough even at a young age, and he'd always taken care of me. So I'd drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the first I'd had in a long time.
It had been a long time since that night in the cold New York apartment, so many things had happened since then. So many things had changed. But one thing that had remind the same is that I still trusted Dallas that no matter what as long as he was there everything would be alright. My 'dream' had only come twice since that day so long ago, and each time Dallas had been there, no questions asked.
But tonight the dream was different, and more terrifying. Dallas and I had been walking down the street kicking a bottle, the sun warm over head. At first it was a nice dream, a happy dream, but then suddenly the earth began to shake and tear apart at it's seems. I reached for Dallas' hand but he was gone, falling, falling, falling deep down inside the crack. I screamed out calling his name, and a hand grabbed mine. Terrified I turned to see Johnny next to me, a smile playing on his lips, then just as suddenly as he appear a blaze of fire out from the sky pulling him away. Then before me was my mother laughing and telling me this was all my fault, all of it. I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking my hand screeching the bed next to me for Dallas. And for a moment I couldn't find him, I couldn't feel anything but the cold mattress under my small fingers. "Dallas...." my voice broke at the end of his name and I felt the tears bubbling in my eyes. I wanted Dally...Had he come in yet? I looked around the room, surprised. Last thing I remember was sitting in the chair watching Johnny moan in his sleep. Now I was in Darry's bedroom, sleeping on his bed while he, I guessed, was on the couch. "Dallas?" I sat straight up in bed, my eyes scanning the darkened room. The at that moment the door opened noiselessly and a ray of light shone it. Dallas appeared before me, hair ruffled and eyes half closed with sleep. His eyes traveled to me, and snapped open. Closing the door quickly he was at my side.
"Lexa, baby, what's wrong, are you alright?" His voice was soft and soothing, and for a second he seemed just like the seven year old back in New York. Young, with a child like innocents that was long gone by now. I throw my arms around him, proving to myself he was still there. "Dallas...Dallas..." I repeat softly as his hand travel in circles on my back, my tear dripping on to his neck. "Nightmare." It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded softly anyways. I Pulled him tighter to me, and let the tears fall as I explained tiredly. "I was scared Dallas, when I woke up and I couldn't find you. I though...I thought I was back with my dad in New York....O Dally it was you this time in my dream, then Jonnhy, then Mama came and told me it was all my fault....But Dally it was you! I was so scared Dally .I was so scared....." I felt so stupid crying like this, I mean I'm 15 for God's sake., but I couldn't help it. The dream...Johnny.....Mama..... Dallas! "Shhhh....it's ok Lex It's ok. I was in the bathroom, I'm here now and I'm not going to leave you. Everything's ok. Lay down and try to sleep. I'm not going anywhere." His voice was soothing, and I obeyed. He laid down next to me, and I felt safe wrapped tightly in his arms. My sobs turned to hiccups and I listen as Dally's breath pattern letting me know he'd drifted off into sleep. I hugged Keba close to me with one arm and Dallas with the other. Closing my eyes I forced my self into a restless slumber.