Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♪Spinning Bottles

A/N: IB Spinning Bottles by Carrie Underwood
I was listening to this song and OUCH WTF
-context: dally is married to y/n and he hasn't been home in a couple days.

She's waiting by the front door pacing and praying that he wasn't out driving tonight.

Staring at the porch light, wondering how after three long days of waiting it hasn't blown.

Horrified he was out dead somewhere, she called up Johnny again. Asking if he had seen him, but as usual, Johnny just replied the same reply.

"Johnny, you sure you haven't seen him?"

"I'm sorry y/n, he's still not home?"

She hung up the phone after thanking the poor kid and she leaned against the wall. Praying he's just drowning in the neon, where that wagon broke down.

She called up more of the gang, nobody has seen him. Another night of no sleeping for her.

This time he could be dead. She was already cried out on the kitchen floor, just waiting for this vicious cycle to be over. All it was is spinning rooms, spinning wheels, spinning out of control, and spinning bottles.

~~~

He laid sprawled out on the motel room bed. The curtains drawn and the TV static blaring in the background. Everything was too blurry.

He knew this time could be the last time, making her leave for good. He knew that he wanted to quit his bad habits so incredibly bad, but he couldn't. He was already too deep.

It was already too late tonight, he already had one down, two down, three down, the fourth. He stumbled to the bathroom but he couldn't even recognize the man in the mirror anymore.

Damaged and weak, wishing that he could've given to his wife as much as he wishes he could've give to himself.

Around this cycle he already knew, will it end? God, nobody knows.

Soon enough he's already passed out on the bathroom floor, only dreaming of the happy life he could've have if he didn't choose to run.

~~~

They both laid sprawled out on two different types of tile, only one heart broken and one drunk out of his mind regretting every thing.

They can't live like this anymore, around and around the cycle goes.

When he ran he didn't think he'd leave her broken. He thought he wouldn't be good enough for her anymore so in the heat of a fight he left like he always did, yet this time with the intentions of not coming back. But he wanted to, he wanted to desperately, but horrified with the broken woman he left behind.

She wanted him back so bad, so she could try to fix him and live the life she knew he wanted. He left in the heat of a fight again, but leaving longer than he usually did. She was scared he had the intentions of never coming back. She wasn't gonna break things with him, she wasn't gonna lose him. She was gonna hold him tight and tell him how stupid he was. But he didn't know that, so he just continued what he started.

Spinning rooms, spinning wheels, spinning out of control.

Spinning bottles.