<Skyler's POV>

I await his answer in fear. "He didn't," I say in disbelief.

"He did," Dallas confirms. I cover my face. Chris. This happened to Chris.

"But Chris said she was a virgin before Soda," I protest, still shocked. Dallas shakes his head.

"She never counted it because come on it was her fucking father," Dallas says with his voice hitching in between words. "You, me, and Steve are the only ones that know," Dallas explains. I look at him once again in surprise.

"She didn't tell Soda?" He shakes his head again.

"She couldn't get herself to do it, she told Steve because they're best friends and now I told you," Dallas explains. I try to take it all in.

"You're father raped Chris?" I ask again to clarify. Dallas buried his head in the sheets of my bed. When he looks back up at me he is fighting tears.

"It was after my mom died, he used to do the same to my mom, it was the worst thing to have to listen to. Skyler she was a child, barely even a teen, she barely knew what was going on the first time and I couldn't even help her, could you imagine that?" I blink a few times.

"The first time? He did it more than once," I say in disbelief. Only now does Dallas lose control of his feelings and begin to cry. He lays his head on my chest and I want to rub his back to comfort him but I find my limbs to be weak. So instead I just shush him gently.

"I couldn't do anything about it, he locked me in my room," Dallas whimpers. Tears form in my eyes. I could never imagine the pain of knowing that you can't do anything to help the one you love. The feeling of being utterly helpless. I try to decide whether I should talk to Chris about this. I think she needs another girls perspective, especially since I've been raped myself that night by the soc in the car. Of course it's nothing like having a father do it to you but still terrible. "I just remember slamming on the door over and over just wanting, needing to get to her. By the time my dad opened the door my hands were bloody and bruised and I could barely scrape Chris off the floor." How could someone survive this?
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Two days later the doctors work on getting my release papers ready. Dallas is the only one that visited me. He hasn't showed up yet today but he should be here any minute. Ever since I learned what happened to Chris I've been thinking of ways to comfort her. First I actually have to get her to talk to me. She is pretty damn mad at me, or so Dally says. Dally and I have really been doing well at just being friends. There is no need for us to try to sustain a loving relationship. This is a lot easier for now. I just hope we can slowly evolve back into the people we were so that when Tibby is older she has two parents together.

Footsteps come through the door way and I sit up in bed. Dallas walks in the room, but he isn't alone. In his arms is my precious little gem. He hadn't brought her to the hospital yet so it's a pleasant surprise. A giant smile creeps across my face which only makes Dallas smile. "Hello my little angel!" I say happily, "want your mom to hold you?" I ask rhetorically as I knew Dallas would give her to me anyways. When she is placed in my arms for the first time in probably weeks I try not to cry. I kiss her forehead gently and then just stare at her. I don't care that I've been a terrible mom, this is my child and she is the most important thing to me. I love her more than I love my own existstance. I do not regret getting pregnant at all even though in the moment it seemed like the end of the world. When I was the tough girl that didn't want saving, the girl that would pull a blade on you if you got to close, it seemed like the end of the world. But truth is, I'm not the girl I used to be. I've realized there is more in the world than winning a rumble, or getting drunk at Buck's, or telling off socs. Because really we are all just people and one day when we are all watching our children get married none of our fights will of mattered. And I for one am completely okay with that.

I'm not the only one that has changed though. Dallas used to pick up whatever hot girl he could and just do them on the second floor of Buck's place. He would get drunk and get arrested at least once every two months. Darry would have to bail him out if he could. Dally would scare little kids away for his own amusement. Now he is so much more than that, and I don't mean a father, I mean personality wise. He thinks a little more, loves a little more, and most of all he isn't as reckless. I'm proud of him even though I fear that it's all my fault that he changed. Especially if he hates the life of always being good. Either way he is a good person and a good dad to Tibby. "You've been so good to her Dallas, so good." Dallas smirks.

"What can I say, she's a miracle," Dallas says. My small smile fades as I stroke Tibby's face.

"What do you think it would of been like if her twin survived?" I ask as my shoulders sag. Dallas sighs. "You know, what would it of been like if I ate right so then she would of survived," I explain.

"Stop it Skyler," Dallas says.

"Stop what?" I ask.

"Stop thinking it was you're fault."

"But wasn't it? I didn't eat and that's why!" I say angrily.

"Correction you still don't eat, don't think I haven't noticed that you're thinner than ever. It shouldn't be like that, you had a baby a few months ago and I can see all of your ribs," Dallas says.

"Well than maybe-"

"You know what stop, we have done so well the past two days, let's keep it that way, no fighting, for Tibby," Dallas pleads. I nod and look back at my daughter. "She is seven months old tomorrow, Josh is a little over four months old." I smirk when Dallas says this. I look up at him with that smirk.

"You're keeping track?" I ask happily.

"Of course her birthday is Feburary 15," Dallas reminds me. I roll my eyes playfully.

"Yes I know my daughters birthday, it's the day after Valentine's Day," I say. Dallas cocks his head.

"Valentine's Day is the fourteenth?" I laugh at him.

"Ahh, that's why I didn't get a present," I say giggling.

"Hey I don't do romance," Dallas protests. I once again roll my eyes.

"Ya sure," I mumble. Dally scoffs.

"Oh so you think I am romantic?" He asks smirking.

"Well if you were really romantic, you would give it back," I mumble. Dallas raises his eyebrows.

"Give what back?" Dallas asks. For the third time I roll my eyes.

"The picture you took from my pocket, the one of us laughing, you took that one, and probably burned the one of just me," I say looking at the ceiling.

"I didn't burn it," Dallas says quickly whipping it out of his pocket along with the picture of the two of us. Both of which have blood on them. My breath hitches.

"Dallas... why is there blood on them... that's not yours is it?" I ask nervously. One of my hand leaves Tibby and covers my mouth carefully.

"No Skyler, it's actually yours," Dallas says. I drop my hand and smile.

"There seems to be a lot of my blood on your hands all the time Dally," I say forcing a small chuckle.

"Dallas," he corrects quickly, "you usually call me Dallas." I laugh.

"Okay Dallas, if I must call you that then you must make that doctor hurry up with my release forms," I say jokingly. I need to get out of here, now.

<Chris's POV>

"Chris you can't hate her forever," Soda pleads from the other side of the bedroom. I roll my eyes.

"Well you can't tell me what to do either," I say sassily, dressing Josh who giggles unknowingly. Soda sighs.

"I get it, her and Dally both screwed up but you forgave Dallas," Sods exclaims.

"Dallas didn't leave me with his daughter, I've been more of a mother to Tibby than Skyler," I yell. Soda rubs his forehead.

"Did you ever think that maybe she just doesn't know how to handle her feelings?" Soda asks. I stay silent. "Her parents died, she got pregnant when she didn't want to, she's been raped, jumped, played, she is depressed, went through a miscarriage, Dallas really hated on her, and I'm not saying that she has had it the worst I'm just saying maybe you should talk to her, you didn't have a great life before us," Soda says. I sigh. Right now would be a perfect time to tell him. Moments like this have occurred when I can just blurt out to him that my father sexually abused and raped me. But just like every other time I keep quiet.

Thankfully I don't have to say anything because the door downstairs opens. Unfortunately when I get downstairs I see it was Skyler who opened the door. Tibby is asleep in her arms and Dallas walks in behind her. No makeup, hair pulled into a knot on the top of her head with a bandage on the back of her skull. Dirty clothes and a speckled face. She looks like a disaster, mostly because she is. We just stare at each other. Before there was a Skyler and Dallas there was a Skyler and Christina. We were the only two girls and we were best friends. Now all I want I do is yell and scream at her.

Skyler shoots me a sympathetic look. All I do is cross my arms and stay emotionless. Skyler sighs and hands Tibby to Dallas. She comes storming towards me and pulls me by my wrist up the stairs. I don't resist. Maybe I can finally have the chance to yell at her for all she has done. She leads us into Soda and I's room and sits on the bed in front of me while crossing her arms. "Go ahead," Skyler tells me.

"How could you?" I snarl, "how could you just leave your lover, your daughter, your friends, how could you leave me just to go off and smoke and inject heroine into your body? How could you leave me with my broken brother and niece? I've been taking care of your family along with mine the past few weeks! You barely missed Soda coming home! We had to tell him that you just left Tibby! We did! Not you! How dare you just abandon us? WE ARE THE ONLY FAMILY YOU HAVE AND YOU JUST LEFT! Jesus Skyler, don't you get it yet, we are all you have and if you left for good you wouldn't have anyone! You think that guy you've been hanging with loves you? No. He's probably got groupies that blow him whenever he wants. How could you leave the only good you've had in your life? How could you leave Tibby and Dallas? How could you leave me?" I ask with angry tears running down my face. I don't sit down next to her, I just stand strong looking down at her on the bed. Skyler is crying and it takes a second for her to collect herself. She takes a deep breath and is finally able to speak.

"You're right... you've been a better mom to Tibby than I ever was. I left the only happiness I've had in quite a while. I left you with a broken brother... I did that. And the truth is Chris, I-"

"Christina," I correct her angrily.

"The truth is Christina, I couldn't leave you guys, not really, because for the past few weeks I wasn't me, and I know that that sounds like bullshit but it's true, it wasn't until a few days ago where I was me again, I was broken those few days and I sat in that God damned nursery that we put together and I snapped. The last thin string finally broke and set off a wave of I don't even know what. I wanted to die again, I still do, but I'm not going to do that because that would once again leave you with my forgotten priorities," Skyler explains herself but she still didn't answer the most important question I asked. I start to cry harder.

"You forgot to answer why you left me? You could've called me and I would've helped, I would of let you see Tibby, I could of helped you and now your suffering from the hospital bills and I can't help with that. Why didn't you come to me!" I scream, completely falling apart. Skyler stands up and pulls me into a hug. She rubs my back as I cry.

"I'm so sorry Christina, I should've gone to you, you could've helped," she whispers in my ear. I nod and sniff away my tears.

"It's just that you were my first friend that was a girl and I was so excited and we were so close and when you left you didn't just leave Dally," I explain. Skyler let's out a cry.

"I know that now Chris, I just didn't think I meant that much to you," Skyler says.

"Of course you do, you're like my sister, speaking of which what's up with you and Dally?" I ask through tears. Skyler sighs and rubs her temples.

"Friends with a baby?" She says as a question. I laugh at her a little. "What I want to take my time," Skyler says defensively. I scoff softly.

"You guys won't last as friends for more that twenty four hours," I say.

"Oh please I can resist him if I want."

A/N so I got in my second car crash this year. I was not driving my friends mom was. There were six girls including me in the car and then my friends mom. We went out to dinner and on the way back some guy was on the wrong side of the road and came right at us. We had no where to go so my friends mom tried to turn around so instead the other car hit the side of us. We spun out of control and the car almost flipped. 

Everyone is okay but one of my best friends easily could of died. Thankfully God was looking out for us and luck was on our side. Besides being shaken and now having a phobia of driving I am okay just have a few things to tell you now.
1. Accidents don't get easier no matter how many times you are in them
2. Do NOT text and drive because you could end up killing yourself or someone else and I know that that sounds cliche and you are probably saying, "well I can watch the road at the same time." But let me tell you, seconds before it happened we were all singing and happy then my best friend screamed and in a second we were crying. Accidents are instant and you don't know when they can come so just don't distract yourselves. IS IT FUCKING WORTH IT TO SEND A MESSAGE TO A FRIEND.IF IT MEANS YOUR LIFE. What about the family of the person you hit. They will be devastated.
3. Wear that seatbelt even though you hate it. Right before we got hit my best friend who was sitting next to me unbuckled because she was looking for something. She couldn't buckle before we got hit so she literally flew over me as we spun and could of easily hit her head on the glass and passed out. So wear the seat belt no matter how annoying it is.
4. This is probably the most important of all. Appreciate your friend a no matter what. I could of lost my friends that's I've loved since I was literally two fucking years old. Please appreciate those that you love because I could've lost some of the most important people in my life and I don't want that happening to you so just love them everyday. Even if it is one person love them like they are a diamond you can never have because that is what they are, precious.

The first thing I said when the car stopped spinning was I love you guys because I thought to myself what if the accident was worse?

Be careful.

Stay gold💛

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