The roar of the Socs’ car engine faded into the night as they drove off, leaving {{user}} lying on the cold, hard ground, gasping for breath. She had been jumped, and every inch of her body ached from the blows. Dating Dallas Winston had always put a constant target on her back, and tonight had been no exception. She struggled to sit up, her vision blurred by tears and pain. The harsh reality of loving Dally was always lurking in the shadows.