Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎close call

"Hey," I said, sitting down in the uncomfortable chairs they had at the jailhouse.

"Hey." He said, knowing he had screwed up.

"I'm not happy with you." I rested my hands on the table like he had, instead I was cuff free.

"I'm not expecting you to be." He responded, looking at his hands.

"You promised me," I said in a calm voice, trying not to make myself mad.

"I know." He looked back up at me and I couldn't help but melting with his gaze.

"When do you get out? I don't got bail money." I moved my hand to his, and place it on top.

"Two weeks, and I promise I'll make it up to you." He said with a smile.

"Winston!" The officer yelled and tapped his nightstick on the door frame when he walked over.

"You're mine, baby girl, I love you!" He yelled as the guard roughly got him up and brought him back to the keeping cells.

"I love you too." I mumbled and shifted out of my seat. I sighed as I stepped out and looked around at my oh-so familiar surroundings.

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"Dallas Winston!" The same officer from two weeks ago yelled as he opened the cell. Dally stepped out of the cell and the guard handed him his regular clothes. He saw me and shot me a wink and smirk and I grinned. He got time to change his clothes and while I waited I saw another girlfriend of somebody sitting there with her head in her hands. I felt bad, I was once her.

He stepped out into the waiting room and I gave him the biggest hug. I didn't want to let go of him because I couldn't stand that he was gone so I gave him a tight squeeze and I stepped away.

We walked outside and in the parking lot I stopped and looked at him.

"God, I missed you." I said and I kissed him. I felt him smile into the kiss.

I took his hand in mine and I walked to the car and I drove us back to my house and I walked in. I sat down on the couch and I watched him rummage through the fridge.

"You gotta stop going to the cooler." I spoke up.

"I gotta rep to keep, baby." He responded, drinking milk straight from the carton. I rolled my eyes.

"My dad always had to have a rep to keep, Dally, and here we are." I said and he sighed and put the milk back

"Your dad and I have nothing in common." He said, coming back and sitting on the recliner across from me.

"Really? Because last I checked, you both have to keep a rep, you both have an alcohol addiction-" I was interrupted by him abruptly standing up.

"Never compare me to your father." He pointed a finger in my face. I slapped it away.

"How can I not?" I stood up, "I'm sick of you and your reputation."

"A little reputation didn't hurt anybody, sweetheart!" He threw his arms up. Nobody realized but Johnny walked in during this.

"Really, Dal? He is a drunk abusive fuck who ruined this entire family! It did hurt people!" I yelled in his face. I could see the rage building up.

"Oh shut up you dumb broad!" He yelled and I stepped back.

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

"You know, I could have gone for that blonde bitch who was hotter than you but no! I had to go for you!" He yelled. His words stung and I turned and saw Johnny. I grabbed his arm and I stormed out of the house.