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Dallas' POV

What the hell was that! Why didn't they kill me? How do they know who i am? Why the fuck do they sound like a boy-band? Whats a greaser? and more importantly, what the fuck did they mean by buy?

These were the questions that raced through my mind while i walked through the dark,cold streets back to my fathers house. I never liked living there so I never called it 'my home'.

I approached the door and hesitated. Do I really wanna go in? I mean the old man never really cared for me. But then again I didn't want to get jumped so I opened the door.

"Hello Dallas" my father said happily. This was very odd. Hes always drunk off his rocker,why was he so happy?

"uhh,hi?"

"Anyone visit you this evening?" i immediately knew what he meant.

he sold me

i ran to my room locking the door. I sat and cried. i cried and cried and cried until i couldn't cry any longer. Deep down inside i thought he still cared. All hope i had was out the window. i knew from this day forward,

You get tough,you don't get hurt.

You get tough,you don't get hurt

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A/N

sorry this is so short i'm being lazy and I cant get into any real tea until the time skip so ya

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 31, 2019 ⏰

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