iii. bleed until i cant breathe
"you watch me bleed
until i can't breathe,"
FEELING SOMEON SHAKING
HER SHOULDER,
finley's eyes shot open, and
quickly calmed down.
darry slid down next to her,
giving her a worried look.
"i think we should talk."he started
as she clutched the scarf in her
hand, pulling it closer to her body.
"i'm sorry that i had left you
alone at the scene that night
that dally was shot."darry started,
"i'm sorry i wasn't there for
you for when you needed me
the most."
"it's fine."finley told him, getting
up and packing the last few things
dally had left away.
"and i'm sorry i haven't checked
up on you lately."darry apologized,
watching his baby sister pace around
the room, trying to finish everything.
"how are you?"he asked, and she
folded up a box, closing it up.
"fine. i'm fine."she pursed her lip,
picking up the box, "help me with
this please."
darry helped her bring the
box downstairs, and she placed
them into the truck.
"please talk to me."darry begged her
as they went back upstairs.
"i told you i'm fine. talk to
ponyboy because i'm sure he's
not doing well with any of this."
finely grabbed another box
dragging it down the stairs.
"he's actually worried about
you."darry stopped her, as they
put the final boxes into the truck.
"i'm okay. and even if i wasn't
i'd be okay. what about twobit
or soda?"she asked, and darry
walked off a bit.
"we're all worried about you!
everyone is doing better but
we keep worrying about you!"
darry snapped, and finley
slammed the truck's back closed.
"i told you i'm fine!"she yelled
back and he shook his head.
"you were like this when
mom and dad died too and
the only person who brought
you out of it was dallas."darrys
tone got lower, and her face
filled with shock.
"who told you that?"she
whispered, and he looked
at her, "dallas did."
"that bastard!"she screamed,
"he promised me not to
say anything!"
"dallas broke the promise
for a good reason. i was
worried sick about you, and
i am now."darry explained as
finley got into the truck.
"i guess that was one
thing dallas winston was
good at."she told him, with
her voice hoarse,
"breaking promises."
โฐ
( FLASHBACK TO MAY OF 1967! )
A SHEIRK FELL FROM
FINLEY'S LIPS AS DAL
WHIPPED AROUND THE CORNER
she laughed as he sped up
the hill, towards the old church
and she felt the win blowing
through her hair.
as soon as they got up
the hill, and in front of
the church, dallas parked
the car, tugging finley onto
his lap making her shirk.
"how are your grades?"
dally asked, and she grinned,
"good. i have an A in history."
"good job."he grinned, and she
smiled, knowing that she was
softening him up.
his hands rested on fin's
hips, and her hands ran
through dallas's black hair.
there wasn't a lot of grease
in his hair, but even if there
was she wouldn't care.
she giggled as dal rose
an eyebrow at her.
"whatcha laughing at wren?"
he asked, and she grinned,
"i just really like how everything
is right now."
dallas and darry were the
only two who she allowed to
call her wren. they were the
only two whom made her be
proud of her middle name.
growing up, she absolutely
hated it because she would
get made fun of her middle
name, ( and because she was
a greaser ) and it held bad memories
until dallas had started calling
her wren.
his medium length hair was
slicked back, and he had his
signature jacket on.
she had surprised him by
wearing a tight little skirt,
one that he had stolen for
her the week before.
she had paired it with a
cropped shirt and sneakers
( something dallas had also
gotten for her )
"you and me never go
out of style dallas."
she grinned, grasing her
lips against his.
"we never go out of style."
( โฐ ashleys takeaways! )
how are you guys liking this
story so far? just wondering i
love the feedback i'm getting
and i hate the fact that i'm making
some of you guys cry IM SO SORRY
also i promised myself i would never
watch criminal minds but GUESS WHOS
A SIMP FOR MATTHEW GRAY GULBER
i'm also in english class and istg if i get
stuck with the person who makes me
have an anxiety attack i'm gonna cry
brb.
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