Hey whoever's out there! Here is the second part to "Better than Revenge," My Sylvia/Dally story! Please enjoy! (-: Oh, and very special thanks to my beta reader HollyKaySmith! You're awesome!
I rushed down the hall and threw open the door to his room. He looked at me with eyes that said he'd been sitting there looking at the door or something. I glared at his. I could tell by the smirk on his lips that my eyes were burning with hatred; anger; betrayal... and he almost... Almost looked sorry. But he knew why I was there, yet he waited for me to explain my outburst as if he was an innocent. "You Cheater!" I screamed at him, that one word dripping with anger. He let out a laugh. "You're a hypocrite, you know that, Syl?" he stated, that ugly little smirk stained on his face. "Yea, sure. But at least I'VE never gotten PREGNANT!" I screamed through clenched teeth. He laughed again, and I scowled at him. "You know Sylvia? I think you should just leave. Just forget about me. I'm no good for a cute little broad like you." I looked at him, my eyes barely softening, then immediately turning angry again. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Dallas? You'd like me to get out of you're life for good. One less whore to burden you, right?" I looked at the wall, feeling my eyes turning wet. "Yea, well..." I shook my head and turned around, slamming the door as hard as I could. The nurse who was walking by gave me a scowl. "Dammit!" I heard Dally yell from behind me, followed by the sound of glass shattering. I ran back down the stairs, never looking back.
x-X-x
I was driving waaay faster than anyone should ever be driving on a 50 mile per hour road. The engine roared as I hit the gas pedal. I swerved past cars, and I almost hit several of them. Then, before long, all I saw was dark dead road. No cars, no people, no ex boyfriends for miles. I was somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma, nothing but dust all around me, and I liked this rush. I slammed my foot against the gas again, and I saw the speedometer go up and up and up until it couldn't go up any more. I closed my eyes and felt the wind rip through my hair like a million sharp knives. "This is nice," I thought. It made me numb. It took away the pain, even if for a few seconds, all the pain and regret was gone. It was only me, my convertible, and the wind. I opened my eyes again, wondering where I was. But to be honest, I really didn't care anymore. I didn't have Dally, I didn't have a mom or dad, I had nothing. I took my hand off the wheel, and let the car take me wherever It wanted to go.
x-X-x
I swear to God I didn't see it. I heard the honking horn, and I shot my head up. I had fallen asleep or something, because it was already dark. I saw the headlights of the semi truck blinking, trying to get my attention. The corner of my lips turned upward, into a smirky grin. I didn't see the truck until it was a yard in front of me. Then I heard the boom, and the crunch. The window in front of me shattered everywhere. The steering wheel was pressured against my chest, and I'm pretty sure my arm wasn't supposed to be bent that far back. "This is what I wanted," I thought. I didn't know it till now, but this is what I wanted in the long run. I wanted to die. And those were my last thoughts before my world went black.
x-X-x
I heard the buzzing noise of the ambulance far away. God, my whole body hurt. My arm was screaming in pain, my chest was throbbing, and my head made me want to pass out again. I look up to see the paramedic look at me with worried eyes. His mouth was moving, but no noise came out. I couldn't hear anything except the sirens. Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, beep beep! I closed my eyes again, and fell into another dreamless sleep.
x-X-x
When I woke up again, I was in a bed, with a cast on my arm and a bandage on my midriff. I hear the uneven, slow beeping of my heart monitor, and the screaming of Dallas Winston behind the door. I smiled softly. I could feel my body drifting away, my breathing became ragged, and short. I didn't know it till now, but this is what I wanted in the long run. I wanted to die. If I wasn't with Dallas Winston, I wanted to be dead. This was better than revenge. Being dead was better than trying to get revenge on Dallas Winston. Those were my very last thoughts. The thoughts before I vaguely heard the heart monitor go flat.
*****Hey guys! So there's that story... but if you guys want, I could write up another one or two-shot in Soda's POV...? What do you guys think about that? But I'll only do it if ya'll are interested. Meaning, some reviews telling me that I should write it, or PM's maybe. I'll be happy to do it, as long as somebody's gunna read it (; kaykay? Thanks again guys! Ya'll are awesome!*****