The Life of Dallas Winston

Chapter Three

Dally couldn't believe his father gave him up to the cops. What was I thinking? His father would do anything to keep his ass safe.

Dally was led out to the cop car and he was back to jail. Back to square one, where he would stay for the rest of his life. He wouldn't be out of jail for a couple of years, no way to prove that he was worth something to his father, no point in life anymore. He had a new plan, one that he knew for sure would end the pain.

The next day, Dallas walked into the cafeteria and got an empty glass and some food but he wasn't very hungry. He ate some toast and snuck the glass back into his cell.

I'm done with life. I don't want to live this life anymore. This is the only way out. Dally took the empty glass and smashed it on the ground. He took a sharp piece and held it up go where his heart would be.

This is it.

Dally took what he thought would be his last breath when a hand grabbed the sharp glass and put his hands in handcuffs.

"Woah. Let's get you away from this mess. Someone's here to see you. Claims to be your father and he wants to bail out out of jail." A cop said.

Never in a million years would Dallas think his father would come go see him and to bail him out. He probably needs something or is drunk.

The cop brought Dally to his father and to his surprise, he was sober.

"Damn it Dally. What is up with you? Arrested and then bringing the cops to my house? How do you think that makes me feel? Here have a five. I'm sorry about before." He spit out.

Dallas never really believed Mark when he said that. Every time they got in a fight, he would always give him money as if that would make everything better. He could never forgive his own father giving him up to the cops. People say money is all you need but money can not mend the heart. Dally has never heard the words, "I love you," come out of that man's mouth.

They both walked home in silence. Dally couldn't stand to be near his father. He started to wonder what his punishment would be, beaten up, belted, or something even worse that he couldn't imagine. Dally went right up to his room when he got home. Maybe his father wouldn't punish him, if he was lucky. After hours of waiting for his father to burst through the door, Dallas fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night from a sound outside his room. He walked out to see Mark stumbling over his own feet and banging against the walls.

Dally never understood why Mark would get drunk all the time. There seemed to be no amusement to it. He made a promise to his mom when he was younger that he would never get drunk or even try a taste of alcohol. She didn't want him to turn into his father. That was her worst fear up until her death.

"Why can't you just be a normal parent! One that doesn't drink all the time!" Dally couldn't finish his thought because Mark pulled something out from behind his back.

"I'm allowed to do anything I want." Mark murmured. He pointed a gun at Dally. Never has Mark ever been drunk enough to do something like this.

Dally dashed out of the house before anything got nasty. He ran as fast as he could down the road to the vacant lot. At age ten, he has been arrested twice and a run away, so much has changed in the past few days.