Post by Dallas Kennedy on Jul 31, 2013 13:55:51 GMT -5
Dallas didn't understand why she wasn't cooperating but it was aggravating him to his core. "Don't be scared, Esme. I'm not going to hurt you." He said, pushing his body against hers. He didn't even think that the tight grip that he had on either of her wrists was potentially a little too firm, so he loosened his hands. That about the time she pushed him away one more time and it made him stumble backwards just a little bit. He felt the slap on his face this time seeing it was in the same spot from the last one and the sting instantly surfaced. After he recovered, he persistently followed her into the kitchen.
"A frying pan? Really?" He asked in a very cocky and condescending voice. Dallas ignored her question because really, he didn't have an answer. He didn't know why he was doing this because even if he was just dunk, he wouldn't have even thought about it. Then she called out for Kevin. "Ah, don't do that. Don't fucking drag him in here." Dallas said, his tone firm and slightly louder.
Kevin came walking out of his room rubbing his eyes like he'd just woke up. He was extremely confused when he saw Esme holding a heavy frying pan at Dallas. "What the fuck is going on?" Kevin asked, looking at both of them. Dallas glared at his roommate, "Nothing. Leave us alone." When Esme explained what was going on and what she'd found in Dally's room, Kevin became extremely concerned for her and her safety. He was quick to step inbetween Esme and Dallas, like he was using his body as a shield for her. "Dal, knock it off." Kevin said, holding out his hand. "No, go back to bed." ~ "Dallas, don't you see she doesn't like whatever the fuck you're doing? Don't you see she's scared out of her fucking mind? Christ, Dal, what's wrong with you?" Kevin asked. He stepped forward towards Dallas, slowly and cautiously. "You need to stop. You need to just call it a night and go to bed." Kevin had his hands on Dallas' shoulders, and when he said something about giving up, Dallas knocked them off and shoved his friend. That actually hurt because he wasn't expecting Dallas to be as strong as he was and he had given his shoulder a vicious push.
Wanting to control the situation before it got out of control, Kevin pushed Dallas to the side, which was a struggle from what he guessed the drugs he'd taken were boosting his strength. Kevin tried with all that was in him to shove Dallas back into his room. "Fuckin let go of me!" Dallas hissed, stumbling over his own feet. Both boys dropped to the ground and Kevin saw that as an opportunity to get some high ground over his roommate. He quickly straddled Dallas' torso and held him down by the shoulders. "Dallas! Stop!" He yelled at his struggle to get out. "Stop it, Dal! Just fucking relax, okay?! Stop!"
That wasn't working, so Kevin did the only thing he thought would either one, get him to listen, or two, piss him off even more. He slugged Dallas right in the face. "Listen to me, god dammit!" Kevin yelled. Dallas stopped moving, feeling the old hardwood floor against his bare skin and looked at Kevin. "I don't know what's going through your mind, Dal, but your best fucking friend is in the kitchen scared to death of you right now. What the fuck were you thinking? Christ, Dal, are you listening to me?" He said, pushing down on his chest. Dallas slowly nodded and took his vice grip off of Kevin's arms. "Are you stupid enough to do coke? Seriously? Look at what it's doing to you! This isn't you, Dallas. You're a good fucking person. This isn't you." Kevin's voice started off angry, then turned kind of sad because he was realizing how bad that situation could have gotten.
"You scared the hell out of Esme, Dallas. What were you thinking? She's got a husband and a baby who she shouldn't let you be around until you're clean. For Chist's sake, man, she's pregnant! What's wrong with you?" He asked, slapping Dallas upside the head just how his father used to. His body slowly relaxed like he was giving up the battle. "I'm sorry." He whispered which was barely audible. Just to be sure, Kevin stayed over him for a few more minutes even though he was pretty sure Dallas was going to be okay. "Are you good? Can I let you go now?"
Dallas nodded and Kevin swung his leg over so that he was kneeling next to him. Kevin stood up and then offered his hand to pull him from the ground. Dallas slowly walked over to his bed and curled up into a ball under the comforter as Kevin went back into the kitchen. "I'm so sorry about that, Esme." He said, his face sad. "I... I've never seen him act like that before and I know you haven't either." Kevin paused and leaned against the fridge. "Are.. are you okay?" He asked, well-knowing the girl was quite shaken. He turned his head when he heard Dallas pathetically cry out for Esme and then looked at her again. "You don't have to.." Kevin whispered so Dallas couldn't hear. "I think he knows what he did."
"A frying pan? Really?" He asked in a very cocky and condescending voice. Dallas ignored her question because really, he didn't have an answer. He didn't know why he was doing this because even if he was just dunk, he wouldn't have even thought about it. Then she called out for Kevin. "Ah, don't do that. Don't fucking drag him in here." Dallas said, his tone firm and slightly louder.
Kevin came walking out of his room rubbing his eyes like he'd just woke up. He was extremely confused when he saw Esme holding a heavy frying pan at Dallas. "What the fuck is going on?" Kevin asked, looking at both of them. Dallas glared at his roommate, "Nothing. Leave us alone." When Esme explained what was going on and what she'd found in Dally's room, Kevin became extremely concerned for her and her safety. He was quick to step inbetween Esme and Dallas, like he was using his body as a shield for her. "Dal, knock it off." Kevin said, holding out his hand. "No, go back to bed." ~ "Dallas, don't you see she doesn't like whatever the fuck you're doing? Don't you see she's scared out of her fucking mind? Christ, Dal, what's wrong with you?" Kevin asked. He stepped forward towards Dallas, slowly and cautiously. "You need to stop. You need to just call it a night and go to bed." Kevin had his hands on Dallas' shoulders, and when he said something about giving up, Dallas knocked them off and shoved his friend. That actually hurt because he wasn't expecting Dallas to be as strong as he was and he had given his shoulder a vicious push.
Wanting to control the situation before it got out of control, Kevin pushed Dallas to the side, which was a struggle from what he guessed the drugs he'd taken were boosting his strength. Kevin tried with all that was in him to shove Dallas back into his room. "Fuckin let go of me!" Dallas hissed, stumbling over his own feet. Both boys dropped to the ground and Kevin saw that as an opportunity to get some high ground over his roommate. He quickly straddled Dallas' torso and held him down by the shoulders. "Dallas! Stop!" He yelled at his struggle to get out. "Stop it, Dal! Just fucking relax, okay?! Stop!"
That wasn't working, so Kevin did the only thing he thought would either one, get him to listen, or two, piss him off even more. He slugged Dallas right in the face. "Listen to me, god dammit!" Kevin yelled. Dallas stopped moving, feeling the old hardwood floor against his bare skin and looked at Kevin. "I don't know what's going through your mind, Dal, but your best fucking friend is in the kitchen scared to death of you right now. What the fuck were you thinking? Christ, Dal, are you listening to me?" He said, pushing down on his chest. Dallas slowly nodded and took his vice grip off of Kevin's arms. "Are you stupid enough to do coke? Seriously? Look at what it's doing to you! This isn't you, Dallas. You're a good fucking person. This isn't you." Kevin's voice started off angry, then turned kind of sad because he was realizing how bad that situation could have gotten.
"You scared the hell out of Esme, Dallas. What were you thinking? She's got a husband and a baby who she shouldn't let you be around until you're clean. For Chist's sake, man, she's pregnant! What's wrong with you?" He asked, slapping Dallas upside the head just how his father used to. His body slowly relaxed like he was giving up the battle. "I'm sorry." He whispered which was barely audible. Just to be sure, Kevin stayed over him for a few more minutes even though he was pretty sure Dallas was going to be okay. "Are you good? Can I let you go now?"
Dallas nodded and Kevin swung his leg over so that he was kneeling next to him. Kevin stood up and then offered his hand to pull him from the ground. Dallas slowly walked over to his bed and curled up into a ball under the comforter as Kevin went back into the kitchen. "I'm so sorry about that, Esme." He said, his face sad. "I... I've never seen him act like that before and I know you haven't either." Kevin paused and leaned against the fridge. "Are.. are you okay?" He asked, well-knowing the girl was quite shaken. He turned his head when he heard Dallas pathetically cry out for Esme and then looked at her again. "You don't have to.." Kevin whispered so Dallas couldn't hear. "I think he knows what he did."
