Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎nights

I stormed up the stairs into the party house that was Buck Merril's home. My father had cut my final nerve and I was out of there, I took my car and a bag and I left.

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?" The question raced through my mind as I unconsciously drove there. I was scared of driving to Dallas, because he never knew a thing that my father had been. I lied to him for the year and a half we'd been going steady, I never told him the emotional abuse he had put me through. And there was nothing I could do about it- up until I got my license. I could finally leave whether he liked it or not. So, I hesitantly went to Dallas for comfort.

There was a million different places I could have went- the Curtis residence, my grandparents, hell- even my best friend's house, but I knew I had to go to Dallas. I needed him most when I was low, and he needed me when he was low. We were always there for each other when we were both crumbled pieces on the floor. So that's how I knew, that's how I knew I had to be there with him.

I had been there a million times before so I was no stranger. I stormed up the stairs and into his bedroom. He was standing at his dresser and I threw my bag on the floor and fell face-first into the bed.

"Well hey-" He said as I fell on the bed.

I could finally feel my tears coming to my face as I shifted up and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" He said as soon as he saw my face. I got up and looked at him right in the eyes and that's when I broke down into his arms. Tonight was bad. I don't know what started it, but I walked out into my kitchen to get a snack and my father was outside. He came in and he looked at me dead in the eyes while I was eating and decided to go off on how unhealthy and worthless I was.

"My- my father-" I said through sobs as he stroked my hair.

"Your father? What did he do?" He said and I pulled away and I sat on the bed.

"I wasn't doing anything- and he just decided to tell me how fat and unhealthy and worthless I am!" I almost broke again.

"That's not like him though," He started and I just shook my head. God- why didn't I tell him?

"I lied to you Dally, I didn't want you to do something." I refused to make eye contact with him.

"What do you mean you lied? About what?" He sat down on the bed right next to me and wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder.

"He's a nightmare. He drinks- he runs his mouth, I can't take it anymore, I left." I said and he looked at me and I finally made eye contact with him.

"Can I stay here, Dally? I know- it's quick and- and I promise-" I begin.

He interrupted me with a kiss and I pulled away and looked at him.

"Why did you even ask me?" I knew he meant yes. I smiled and I hugged him tight. I know, I know I'm only 16 and a half and Dallas is 18, but I need this. I need him.

I let go of the hug and I crawled to the head board and I laid down. He took his shirt off and he laid next to me and pulled me close. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck and I held him as I fell asleep.