The Life of Dallas Winston

Chapter Two

"I'm sick and tired of you not earning your part for the family!" Dally's father, Mark Winston, shouted.

Dally just stood there in silence. He hated his father so much. Dallas was so tired of being yelled at. Mark slapped him a crossed the face leaving a big red mark. He never liked to think of his father more than just a person now a days.

"I expected more from you, son. I need this money." He said with a frown.

Mark walked over to the kitchen and got out a some booze. Within the next couple of minutes, he already put down a pack. Mark got drunk a lot. He started after his wife died. When Mark went to reach for another beer, Dally spoke up.

"I don't want to be known as the drunk ass's kid." Dallas mumbled.
"What'd you say? You little shit." Mark said. "Get out of here. You don't belong..."

He fell to the ground. Got too boozed up. Dallas ran out of the house in tears.

"I just asked for a normal family that's all." He cried.

He couldn't take it. He was about to go insane. Dally ran into a store and grabbed the nearest thing he saw. A necklace. He sprinted out of there as fast as he could. Some shots were fired as he ran away from the store. The sound of the blaring horns got louder and louder behind him as the fuzz chased him.

"Maybe my dad would forgive me if he saw this necklace." He said to himself.

Finally, a cop drove right in front of Dally, cutting him off.

"Woah, woah, woah. Come here bud. Hand over what you got in your hands." The fuzz demanded.

Dally froze. He never ever thought he would go this low and steal. Dally used to be a good kid. He would never have robbed a store to make his "father" happy. But now, his thoughts have all changed, wanting to get on his fathers good side and to make him happy to spare him from the pain of being belted or slapped.

"C'mon, hand it over." The cop said again.

Dallas slowly handed the necklace over. He never took quite a good look at it till now. He then realized it was covered with diamonds.

"What did I do?" Dally mumbled to himself.

The cop put handcuffs around his hands and shoved him into the car. Dallas realized he was changing, but he didn't like this change. All he was trying to do was make his father happy, but to do that he had to change into a delinquent. But was it worth it? No more pain, scars, bruises. But would I turn into my dad?

Dally and the cop arrived at the town jail in a matter of minutes. He thought about what just happened and soon regretted it, when he realized he would be in jail for a month. He was scared to death, being thrown in a cell with a criminal mastermind. For all, he was only ten!

"I can do this. I am tough." Dally whispered over and over again.

After the past couple weeks, dally hardened into a new person. He didn't care about anything. He shoved the cops with his shoulder when he walked by, lost his food for the day because of his behavior, even started to scare the other people in his cell. His rep became a JD, a hood. Someone people should
be afraid of.

Dally learned to get away with things. Stealing extra food, clothes, even keys to the cell. Sometime he was caught, and had weeks added onto his time in jail, but that's how you make your way to perfection, failing and learning from your mistakes. Dally was planning something big. He had to get out of the jail and make his father happy. He didn't care what he had to do. As long as father was happy and Dallas could live a pain free life.

Sometimes he thought that this was all too much, being in jail at the age of ten, stealing and getting away with it. But Dally always pushed those feelings away.

After a couple more weeks, Dallas managed to break out of jail. He ran and ran, until he got to the store where he tried to steal the diamond necklace. This time, he was going to not get caught. Dally walked into the store and grabbed the necklace, running out of the store. No one seemed to notice him.

"I did it." Dally silently cheered.

Dally ran back to his house, excited to show the necklace go his father. This will show him, this will prove that he is worth something to Mark.

"Dad!" Dally said cheerfully as he opened the front door. He never called him dad. The words felt foreign in his mouth as if he was speaking a different language.

"Dallas Tucker Winston! Where the hell have you been the past couple months?" Mark said with rage in his voice.
"I was in jail. But that doesn't matter, look what I got you. You could sell it for a ton of money!" Dally replied.

Mark took the necklace from Dally's hands and looked at it closely.

"You idiot!" Mark slapped him a crossed the face, leaving a huge bruise. "These are fake diamonds, worth barely anything to me!"

Dally was about to walk out the door when he heard a noise that was far too familiar to him.

"Damn it, Dallas! You trailed the fuzz right to this house!"

A few cops got out of a car and came knocking on the front door. Mark ran over to his safe where all the things he stole and the illegal alcohol he had and made sure it was locked and safely hidden.

The cops broke the door down and came storming in.

"Where is the necklace?" One of them yelled.
"What necklace?" Mark said, tying  to play innocent.
"The diamond necklace. It is worth millions. Who ever stole it will have to serve many years in jail and can only get bailed out if they pay a huge fine." The other cop stated.

Mark looked over at Dally and he saw worry in his eyes. In all the years Dallas was alive, had he ever seen his old man worried about something.

"This boy right here, he stole it. He came to my house to hide from the fuzz and I asked him why and he showed me the necklace. It's in his pocket." Mark replied go the cops.