Dallas woke to the faint sound of music and knew where she was. She
sat up and blinked her eyes, trying to clear her vision. She felt Deacon
in the room and looked over to the big chair in the corner, where he was
sitting, gazing at her angrily.
"Why?" He asked. "Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't know what else to do. I didn't wanna leave you."
"Then why did you?"
"I had to. I knew Eric was gonna come try to take me and I didn't want him to kill you. I was trying to protect you."
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to leave?"
"I didn't want to. Besides, would you have let me go?"
He didn't answer. He didn't have to. She already knew what his answer was. He just looked away from her. She walked over to him and gently grabbed his face. He looked up at her, gazing into her beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Then he stood up and ran his finger down her cheek. He leaned in and started kissing her. As they were kissing, something inside of him exploded and before either of them realized what was happening, he had his hand around her throat, holding her a foot off the ground, blood trickling down onto his fingers and down her neck from where he was digging his claws into her. He loved her so much but he was so mad at her for leaving him.
"What?" She said fearlessly. "You're gonna kill me now?"
He gently put her down and released her from his grip.
"No, of course not. You can't kill me and you know it. You love me. It scares you, all the times you find yourself thinking about me for no reason, wanting to be around me all the time. All of it scares you-"
"SHUT UP!" He barked as he backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.
She stood up and gazed at him angrily. "So now you're gonna smack me around a little, huh? Try to break me? Make me give in and cry? Make me believe that you hate me? Go ahead. Do it. I don't care. My foster parents did it. Every guy I've ever been with did it. Quinn did it. You're no different than any of them."
He gazed into her eyes. He could see all of her pain, all of her suppressed hatred and sadness. He felt bad for her. She's had nothing but pain her whole life and he wasn't making it any easier on her.
"You can deny it all you want, but you love me. I can see it in your eyes." She turned and walked to the bathroom as she lit a cigarette. She slammed the door closed and sat down on the toilet, staring at the shower wall. Why doesn't he understand? I love him. I wanted to protect him. She thought to herself. She felt tears swelling in her eyes but she forced herself not to cry. No. I'm not gonna cry for him. I've cried for too many people. I'm done. She finished her cigarette and sat in the bathroom for a few more minutes. She finally stood up and went out into the bedroom. She leaned up against the wall by the bathroom door, looking down at the floor.
Deacon walked over to her and placed his hand on her cheek. It had bruised over where e hit her. He leaned in to kiss her but she pushed him away. She walked to the center of the room, keeping her back to him. He walked up behind her and pushed her long, black hair to one side. He started kissing her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She reached up and gently grabbed the back of his head. Then, without warning, in one swift move, she flipped him over her shoulder. He landed hard on his back and she stood over him. "It's not that easy, Deacon. Until you realize that you can't hide your feelings and you stop playing these games with me, I'm gonna do that every time you touch me." She sat on the end of the bed and laid back. She lit a cigarette and ignored everything around her for the rest of the night.
"Why?" He asked. "Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't know what else to do. I didn't wanna leave you."
"Then why did you?"
"I had to. I knew Eric was gonna come try to take me and I didn't want him to kill you. I was trying to protect you."
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to leave?"
"I didn't want to. Besides, would you have let me go?"
He didn't answer. He didn't have to. She already knew what his answer was. He just looked away from her. She walked over to him and gently grabbed his face. He looked up at her, gazing into her beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Then he stood up and ran his finger down her cheek. He leaned in and started kissing her. As they were kissing, something inside of him exploded and before either of them realized what was happening, he had his hand around her throat, holding her a foot off the ground, blood trickling down onto his fingers and down her neck from where he was digging his claws into her. He loved her so much but he was so mad at her for leaving him.
"What?" She said fearlessly. "You're gonna kill me now?"
He gently put her down and released her from his grip.
"No, of course not. You can't kill me and you know it. You love me. It scares you, all the times you find yourself thinking about me for no reason, wanting to be around me all the time. All of it scares you-"
"SHUT UP!" He barked as he backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.
She stood up and gazed at him angrily. "So now you're gonna smack me around a little, huh? Try to break me? Make me give in and cry? Make me believe that you hate me? Go ahead. Do it. I don't care. My foster parents did it. Every guy I've ever been with did it. Quinn did it. You're no different than any of them."
He gazed into her eyes. He could see all of her pain, all of her suppressed hatred and sadness. He felt bad for her. She's had nothing but pain her whole life and he wasn't making it any easier on her.
"You can deny it all you want, but you love me. I can see it in your eyes." She turned and walked to the bathroom as she lit a cigarette. She slammed the door closed and sat down on the toilet, staring at the shower wall. Why doesn't he understand? I love him. I wanted to protect him. She thought to herself. She felt tears swelling in her eyes but she forced herself not to cry. No. I'm not gonna cry for him. I've cried for too many people. I'm done. She finished her cigarette and sat in the bathroom for a few more minutes. She finally stood up and went out into the bedroom. She leaned up against the wall by the bathroom door, looking down at the floor.
Deacon walked over to her and placed his hand on her cheek. It had bruised over where e hit her. He leaned in to kiss her but she pushed him away. She walked to the center of the room, keeping her back to him. He walked up behind her and pushed her long, black hair to one side. He started kissing her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She reached up and gently grabbed the back of his head. Then, without warning, in one swift move, she flipped him over her shoulder. He landed hard on his back and she stood over him. "It's not that easy, Deacon. Until you realize that you can't hide your feelings and you stop playing these games with me, I'm gonna do that every time you touch me." She sat on the end of the bed and laid back. She lit a cigarette and ignored everything around her for the rest of the night.