Chapter Seventeen:

"Nobody rocks it the way that you do."

He punches me frantically until I punch him on the side of the face, causing him to stumble off of me. I stand up and straighten myself out, thinking this is over. Until I see Dallas pulls out a gun from his jacket pocket. Ally covers her mouth with her hand and I freeze. He shakily points it towards me. I raise my hands up in surrender, "Dallas you don't want to do this."

I watch a thousand emotions run through Dallas' eyes; fear, rage, craziness. He keeps it pointed at me and puts his hand on the trigger, "But I think I do." He slurs.

"Dallas… Please." Ally cries.

"Shut up!" he yells.

Afraid he might decide to point his gun at her; I make eye contact and shake my head at her, signaling to be quiet. He looks back at me and tilts his head to the side, "You guys did this to me!"

"Dallas, we didn't do anything. Just put the gun and we can talk about this." I tell him.

"I have nothing to say to you." He says. His finger starts to pull at the trigger when Ally's father appears behind him, with two state troopers. One of them pulls out his gun and points it towards Dallas and yells, "Stop right there!"

Dallas freezes, and slowly turns his head around towards them. "Son, put the gun down." The officer with the gun says.

"Do it, Dallas." I say lowly.

He turns to me, shaking fiercely, with pain in his eyes as he slowly sets the gun down. The other officer comes over and pats him down, handcuffing him. Ally runs over to me and I hug her tightly to me. She sobs into my shirt as her father walks over to us, patting her on the back. The officers grab Dallas and walk him to the police car.

"How'd you know to call the cops?" I ask Mr. Dawson.

"Well, Dallas seemed pretty upset and unstable so I called them just in case, I didn't know anything about the gun. Are you two okay?" He asks, eyeing Ally has she sniffles.

"Yes, just freaked out." I say, running my hands through her hair.

One of the police officers came back and talked with us. We told him the story of us and how Dallas has been acting lately. He told us that they are going to take Dallas in to custody for having the gun and threatening me. But he's not sure where he will end up. Ally was quiet most of the time, so I did all of the talking.

After what seemed like the longest night ever, i go home with Ally and hangout with her in her room for a while. Her father gave me permission to stay with her until she fell asleep, but then I had to go home. I sit patiently at the end of the bed while she showers and gets into her pajamas. I look over her walls full of posters of different singers and actors. You can barely see any of her blue walls.

She walks into the room in a baggy tee shirt and short shorts, her hair still in a towel. She walks over to her dresser and sits in front of it, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a blank expression. I watch her for a few moments before walking over and standing behind her.

She notices me in the mirror and gives me a small smile. I rest my hand gently on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" I ask.

She nods, "Yes. Just, I can't believe Dallas would pull a gun on you." She says quietly.

"I know. Neither can I honestly." I tell her.

She stands up and lets her hair out of the towel. I walk back over to her bed and watch her brush her hair. She looks so beautiful and innocent. She really is everything I've ever wanted. She catches me staring at her and I blush. She smirks and sets her brush down. She walks over to me and sits down.

"I can't stop thinking about seeing him point a gun towards you. I can't imagine what I'd do if something bad happened to you, especially if it was my fault." She says.

"Well nothing happened, and if something did, it wouldn't have been your fault."

"But if I would have just done things differently, Dallas wouldn't have snapped." She says, sighing after.

"You don't know that though. This could have been something has been boiling up in him for a long time."

"I don't think so… I know Dallas and he wouldn't just pull a gun on someone." She says.

"He had been drinking too, that probably had something to do with it." I tell her.

She sighs yet again, "I just want this nightmare to be over."

I wrap my arm around her cautiously, "I think it is. He will probably be in juvi for a little bit and maybe something will change in him."

"Do you really think so?" She asks, looking up at me with eyes full of desperation.

"I sure hope so." I tell her.

She moves out of my arm and lies down on her pillow, grabbing a blanket and lying it on top of her, "Are you going to stay here until I fall asleep?"

"Of course I am." I say, smiling at her.

She smiles back and nods, "Good."

I move over and sit right beside her. She looks at me and smiles, "I'm really glad I have you."

"So am I." I tell her. She grabs my hand and squeezes it lightly, but doesn't let go. I rub her thumb with mine until she eventually falls asleep peacefully.

I hated to leave her, I wanted to stay there, lay with her and wrap my arms around her so she'd feel safe and protected. But unfortunately I made a deal with her father, and I didn't want him to hate me before I even go to date her.

Author's Note:

Here is a short chapter to let you all know I haven't given up. And thank you so much for still reading! It means so much! Just I've been going through some things this past month so I haven't been in the writing mood. Enjoy. ALSO a big shout out to Serendipulous, she really helped me with ideas when i was stuck with this, so check out her stories, she's great :)