<Skyler's POV>

Light from the moon shines through the window. The bed is half empty and cold. My waist isn't guarded by strong muscular arms and my hair doesn't have fingers tangled in it. Rough lips aren't pressed against my neck. The sound of light breathing is only heard from one person. Tears are silently drying on my cheeks and I don't make an effort to wipe them off.

He's gone and it's my fault. My stupidity drove him away from not only me, but his friends and family. I never should of got pregnant, it ruined everything. It's rude to say, but right now as I lay alone in bed gripping the sheets in sadness I realize I don't care. Another realization I've come to is that I've completely lost my mind. I can't take care of a child, I let one of my babies be miscarried, I can't even sustain a relationship. Not only that, but I don't know if I'll even be strong enough to say goodbye to Steve and Soda tomorrow morning. My heart is not only broken, but shred to pieces and laid on the side walk to be stepped on over and over. In all honesty, I don't care. I just want to know where Dally went. As I move around vigorously in bed I scream into the pillow so loud I fear my lungs will collapse and the police will think I'm being murdered.

It's no use and I know it. My screaming isn't going to bring him back. I wrap my arms around my small baby bump. "Don't ever turn out like me," I tell the bump. I continue to weep and then I hear footsteps outside of the house. I quiet my tears and quickly and quietly run to the kitchen. Grabbing the biggest knife I can find and stand before the door. In several seconds the door opens and I swing my arm back, preparing to attack the person coming in.

The person screams in fright and then I realize it is Chris. Her eyes are red and puffy and her hair is carelessly pulled back in a bun. Before either of us can say anything I drop the knife with a clang of metal against wood. I fall into Chris's arms and she rubs my back. "What did I do wrong?" I ask through my loud crying. We walk to Dally's bed and sit close to each other, crying together.

"Skyler he was just overwhelmed," Chris tells me while she cries lightly.

"I want him back," I say calming down a bit, "I want him home." Chris nods her head.

"I know, so do I." Then I look up at her in confusion.

"Chris, why are you here, Soda leaves tomorrow, you should be with him," I demand urgently.

"Well I wanted to make sure you were okay," she says politely. I stand up off the bed and point at the door vigorously.

"Go home to Soda, be with him while you can," I demand. Chris stands up nervously.

"Um I would go home to be with him but he kind of came with me... Soda you can come in now," she yells out the door. Next thing I know Soda's head pops through the door with a slight smile. I almost laugh but don't. Soda comes behind me and rubs my back.

"You okay?"

"As okay as I can possibly be," I say glumly. Soda frowns a little and then suggests something very sweet.

"Come home with us, that way you are with everyone," Soda offers. I nod my head and then Soda and Chris take my hands. We start to walk home together. The cold night air hits my face and widens my eyes.

"Chris go walk together with Soda, spend as much time with him as you can," I tell her. She nods and smiles at me, continuing to move from my right hand to Soda's arms. I walk a little ahead of them so I can think alone. Ahead I see a couple guys standing against their car with beer bottles in their grasp.

"Skyler stay back with us," Soda says from a few yards behind me. I ignore him and throw my hair up in a messy bun so it's out of my face. "Skyler," Soda repeats. I continue to ignore him and walk up to the two Soc guys.

"Hey girl," one says. I stay silent. The guy smirks at his friend. "Quiet aren't you, I can work with that," he says. I motion to myself.

"Come at me," I say calmly and purposely. Soda and Chris watch in complete shock behind me. The soc presses himself against me and grabs me. As soon as he touches me I take my elbow and slam it against his temple with as much force as I can muster up in my one arm. He shrinks down to the ground in pain and the other guys kneels by his side.

"Bitch," the guys yells at me.

"Tell me something I don't know," I say while I motion for Soda and Chris to continue walking with me. They follow cautiously behind me until we make it to the house. Soda opens the door to the whole gang half asleep in the living room watching Mickey and a few pieces of chocolate cake scattered around the room.

Darry picks up his head from his arm and looks at me with sympathy. "Hi Skyler," he whispers. I wave gloomily, all of my strength gone.

I sit down among the sea of sad faces and completely zone out while watching Mickey. Steve scoots closer to me after a little while. "You know, you're very ugly when your sad." I laugh at Steve's insult. "Maybe you should smile."

"I will certainly try," I mumble.

"Good," he whispers back, "you have a pretty smile." I stop smiling at that comment and turn my attention back to the screen. We sit there and just watch in and awkward silence. I try to avoid Steve's gaze as much as possible, but he just keeps looking at me.

Without even looking at him I ask Steve, "can I talk to you?" Steve nods his head and the two of us walk upstairs elusively. I lean against one wall in the hallway and Steve leans on the one across from me. "Why were you staring at me and complimenting me?" I ask straight out with a calm face while randomly playing with Dally's necklace in my pocket. He gave it to me one day when we were on good terms. I think it was one night when we had, well done it.

"Because you looked sad," he mumbles nervously. I shake my head, still playing with the necklace in my pocket.

"No, you never do that, why?" I ask again. He shrugs his shoulders. To Steve's delight the necklace drops on the floor, cutting off the conversation. We both lean down at the same time to pick it up. Quickly, I snatch the piece of jewelry. When we begin to stand up Steve lips brush against mine because our faces are so close together. I move back very fast. "Um ok, I'm going to go back downstairs and-" Steve grabs my arm as I try to walk downstairs.

"Wait Skyler, look I like you but I was never purposely going to act on it I promise," Steve says quickly. I take a deep breath and step towards him. The longing for a kiss is overwhelming. Suddenly Steve starts to look more and more like Dally and my confused emotions fly everywhere. My body moves closer to him and slowly I lean in and kiss Steve softly at first and he leans into it.

Hands rub up my back slowly and soon reach my long black hair. I slide my hands up the back of his shirt and pull myself slowly onto Steve's chest. Slowly we walk backwards together into Soda and Chris's room. Steve becomes more passionate and deepens the kiss; he pushes me back onto the bed and falls slowly onto my body, grabbing my hips and reuniting our lips. His hands run up and down my thighs slowly and I let out a small sigh between kisses. Almost secretly his hands slide to my butt and he gropes slowly. Awkwardly I move his hands to my sides while kissing me, but he almost immediately moves them to my chest. I just let him enjoy himself while I feel his muscular chest as we kiss deeper and deeper. One of his hands moves to the zipper of my jeans and he tugs on it desperately. I aid him in sliding off my pants. My fingers slip in his belt loops and pull his jeans down. I allow him to slip my shirt off, but quickly continue to kiss him after. the insecurities of my baby belly wash away when Steve doesn't pull away. Steve pulls his shirt off and then kisses down my neck and over my chest, leaving me to moan softly. I don't enjoy feeling vulnerable and recessive so to win back dominance I begin to tease Steve, by slipping from his grasp and walking from the bed. He smirks and then catches me. With full force he pushes me against the wall and kisses my harder. He slips his hand in my underwear and begins to make me sigh again as I am still pressed against the bare wall, completely vulnerable.

All of the sudden the realization hits me. "Stop!" I yell. Steve doesn't stop so I jump from his grasp and pull my shirt on quickly.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks quietly.

"This is wrong, all wrong, you aren't Dally, I just cheated!" I yell loudly, but quiet enough so the gang won't hear me downstairs.

"Well of course I'm not Dallas," Steve says. I sit on the ground in a ball and pull on my hair. How could I? I'm such a horrible person.

"Steve I'm so sorry for playing with your emotions, but that never happened and it means nothing," I exclaim vigorously. Steve puts a hand on my shoulder while kneeling in front of me.

"It's okay I get it," Steve whispers. I hug him and once again say sorry. We get completely dressed and then Steve goes downstairs. I stay in the bedroom and cry over Dallas.

I want him home.

A/N its official.

I
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Satan

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