Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎moral support

I knocked on his door and he opened it and noticed my blood-shot eyes. I stood there for a second trying to figure out what to say. "M- my dad just hit me." I finally said. "What?!" He said and he pulled me inside and sat on the couch and broke down in tears.

"And I told my brother but he couldn't give two shits! He was the one who told me to go to him if something happens!" I cried and he paced the room. "I'm gonna kill them. Both of them." He said and I just continued to cry. He dropped to his knees in front of me and I looked at him. "I don't want you to do anything, he didn't mean to," I said and he shook his head.

"Why'd it happen?" He took my hands in his and he continued to look at me. "He was just messing around but he smacked my face and he said he'd do it again even though I told him it hurt." I replied and I looked down and I felt another wave rushing through.

He put his forehead against mine and I continued to look down before he lifted my chin to look at him. "Baby, I know he didn't mean to hurt you like this but I also know he's a piece of shit and you're gonna stay here tonight whether you like it or not." He ordered and I started to giggle and he smiled. I hugged him softly and he picked me up.

"Thank you." I mumbled and he laughed. "Anything for you, my love."