[Johnny POV]
All of my emotions were mixing up and jumbling together. I was so happy that Dallas showed up and I silently looked down at him. When he arrived to my cell, he was completely out of it. His blood red eyes were clouded and he couldn't even stand up by himself.
Before he fell to the floor, Dallas smiled at me. That's just how he is, he smiles at the weirdest of times. I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair; occasionally got caught in small tangles. He didn't look really calm but that's probably because he hit the floor. I imagine that hitting a stone floor would feel rather bad.
My happiness slowly turned into sorrow and regret. I hated seeing Dallas look the way he did and I felt even worse because he looked like this because of me. I felt so bad that I dragged him into this mess. I felt tears form and I tried to push them back, I had cried enough.
Disappointingly enough, they came and fell down anyway. I felt so horrible that I had dragged Dally into this but then I thought of the Curtis's. I felt my heart sink even deeper in my chest, I had basically dragged them into this too. I thought of how worried they must be, this thought just caused me to cry harder.
I had my hands covering my face as I continued to sob. I moved my hands to look at Dallas and my tears fell onto him. I panicked and quickly wiped my tears away; his eyes fluttered open anyway.
"Johnny.." Dallas muttered before slowly sitting up. I didn't say anything in fear of my voice cracking.
He sat in front of me and looked at me, I tried to hide my eyes with my bangs. He pushed my bangs out of the way and looked into my eyes, I felt pathetic.
"Johnny, have you been crying?" he asked softly before grabbing my hands. Dallas noticing my pain sent a sharp pang through my heart ans caused me to whimper.
I couldn't keep it together anymore and started bawling. Dallas pulled me into a hug as I continued to cry. I had my face buried into his shoulder, my sobs had turned into soft whimpers.
I got to the point where tears weren't forming anymore so I just kept my face buried in his shoulder. I pulled back slightly and sniffed him. I'm sure my creeper factor shot up to 100% but I didn't care. I missed him so much; he smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne.
He pulled me a bit farther than I was. Our faces were so close and I couldn't resist. I pressed my lips against his, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled away and looked at him hungrily, he returned the look. He kissed me and rubbed my sides slowly. I licked his bottom lip, asking for access inside. Dallas almost instantly gave me access and I quickly slid my tongue inside. Our tongues danced with each other as our hands gracefully explored.
Dallas pulled away and was panting lightly. I looked into his eyes as I panted as well.
"Johnnycakes, as much as I would love to sit here and make-out with you, we have to find a way out of here." Dallas said softly as I slowly came back to reality.
I remembered where we were and sighed. I looked at the bars of my cell then up at Dally. I noticed his hands weren't chained like mine. I noticed him looking at my chains and I suddenly felt the sharp pain in my abdomen return. I gasped sharply in pain and rubbed my hand over my stomach; Dallas looked at me, concerned.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he ask and I whimpered in pain.
"I'm starving..for blood.." I muttered before whimpering again.
"Starving..?" Dallas said quietly and I slowly nodded as a response.
"Just get me the Hell out of here." I growled lowly and Dallas dug into his pants pocket. He pulled out a bobby pin and moved toward me.
"Dallas, why do you have a bobby pin?" I said and he shrugged.
"Why not?" he said smartly and I gave him an eloquent look.
"Just get me out of these damn chains." I said flatly before rubbing my abdomen.
I awaited for Dallas to release me and I felt the cuff on my right wrist fall off, I waited for the left cuff to come off. I heard the cuff clank to the stone floor, I looked at him tiredly. Dallas stood and helped me stand as well. We approached the door and I silently stared at it.
"How are we going to get out?" I said as Dallas chuckled a bit.
"You underestimate me, my young child." he said jokingly and I got a cold look on my face.
"Open the door, Dally." I said coldly and he shrugged.
I watched as he picked the lock, somehow without looking. He pushed open the door and stepped through. I slowly followed, for some reason I expected loud alarms to sound.
I guess I was being too dramatic...
I felt happy to be out of my cell but, I knew better than to celebrate now. Dallas and I still had a long journey ahead of us.