Author's Note:

All, right this story is taking off for me finally! Woo! Just a little WARNING: Dallas acts like a creep in this chapter a little but he always has a motive! Please review!

Emily xoxo

"Actually, I would. If you could just let me go this could be all over." I said calming down.

"Nope, I wouldn't wanna do that; let a pretty little broad like you go, no thanks." He said and I narrowed my eyes in confusion, he wasn't angry anymore.

"Really now?" I asked.

"Yeah really." He retorted.

"Hey, Dal, Vicky." Johnny said coming up from behind me. Now I knew why he wasn't angry, he wouldn't want to show Johnny his true self.

Dallas' P.O.V…

"Hey, Johnny." I said. He managed to ruin my plan of getting Vicky in bed, well, maybe not. I thought smirking. "Want a beer?" I asked.

"Sure, man, my folks are fighting again." He answered and I nodded. I'd love to kill his parents, Johnny had enough trouble being a greaser and all, he didn't need to get beat on at home too. I got three beers, one for Johnny one for myself and one for Vicky.

"Here." I said handing the beer to Victoria.

"Gee, thanks, why the sudden change in attitude, Dallas?" She asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said opening the beer.

"Can't show Johnny who you really are?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I do." I answered.

"Show him how you were about to hurt me."

"I wasn't going to, you don't hit a broad." I said.

"Whatever." She said crossing her arms.

"Come on now, don't be so defensive." I said placing my hand on her thigh.

Victoria's P.O.V…

His hand was warm, no, not warm, hot, his hand almost burnt me. He trailed it up and down my thigh raising goose bumps on my skin. "Stop, Dallas." I said. I no longer wanted to sleep with him after seeing him angry.

"Why?" He asked giving my thigh a rough squeeze.

"I don't want you touching me." My eyes meeting his displaying no trace of fear.

"I like touching you, feeling you react to my touch." He breathed in my ear making me shiver intensely.

"Stop it, please." I pleaded in a weak voice. Dallas Winston was not going to use me like this.

"You're telling me that you don't like this?" His warm breath tickled my neck.

"I don't want you." I said trying to convince myself more so than him.

"I think your body is telling you something a little different." He said. "Don't you think so?" He asked running his hand down my other leg.

"No, Dallas, I do not want you anywhere near me, take the hint." I said my voice trembling. I wanted him all right; every word was a lie, almost like it was opposite day.

"I understand, you want me so badly, you want what your parents don't, what everyone says is bad." He said. "To you I'm the perfect package, everything that everybody would never want for you. I know you hear the rumors, everybody does. Dallas Winston, one hell of a fighter, drinker, smoker, player and guess what, Victoria?" He asked and I raised an eyebrow in response. "Dallas Winston gets what he wants." He said with an edge to it. It was terrifying how serious he was but yet there was some amusement to it because a smirk was playing at his lips.

"Dallas, you're partially right…actually mostly right. Except for the fact that I want you, I don't want or need you, Dallas. So, I'm going to gladly take my ass home, thanks for ruining my night." I said and walked out of the bar after pushing him off of me.

I arrived home at dusk and dinner was almost done and Danni would be home soon. "Hey, honey, why are you home so early?" My dad asked peering up from the newspaper.

"Let's just say, I've heard a shitty day." I said and shrugged.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I got fired." I said and his eyes widened.

"You what?" He asked in shock.

"I got fired, I yelled at Dallas for being…rude at the least and Sonny fired me. Don't worry Dad, I'll get another job." I said.

"I can't believe you got fired." He said.

"I'd say it's not my fault but I guess it is." I said.

"It is your fault but I'm proud that you are taking responsibility for your actions, I think you need punishment though." He said and I sighed.

"Really? I don't." I said.

"Victoria, your attitude hasn't been in check for a while and I think it's time to pay for your actions." He said.

"Dad, if you're considering grounding me, I don't get grounded." I said.

"You're under house arrest for two weeks." He said.

"Two weeks? Seriously, Dad that's the funniest shit I've ever heard." I said not caring that I was being a disrespectful daughter.

"I can make it three weeks." He said.

"Yeah? I can make it no weeks." I said and walked out of the house with a smirk on my face. I wasn't Danielle, I don't get controlled by my parents, they can say one thing and I'll do the exact opposite. I jogged down the street and to the liquor store and grabbed one of the six packs that were right by the front of the store. I ran out of the store and ran to the lot and sat down and began getting piss drunk. One beer after another and a little too soon all of the beer was gone and I was exhausted. I rested my head on a nearby rock and closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes and looked around, momentarily confused. I remembered the day's events and sighed. Today has been one hell of a day, tomorrow I'm going to ask Buck if I could tend the bar a few nights a week but I wasn't completely sure if he'd let me. I didn't really know Buck that well but I figured it was worth a chance. I heard footsteps approaching me and I saw three broad shadows hover in front of me. I felt a hand cover my mouth and another cover my eyes and fear struck through me and I was paralyzed, unable to fight back as I was dragged somewhere which I was guessing a car since I heard doors slam shut and an engine race as I was still blinded and confused. Why wasn't I fighting back? I thought.