𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.w. ~ f**k up

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Buck's Bar.
Thursday, 1965.

•••

I have been dating Dallas Winston for almost a year now, but about 2 months ago, I found out that he's been cheating on me with all sorts of girls. At first, I thought it was my fault. So I started changing my look so he would forget all about those other broads and keep his focus on me. I would change a lot about me to make myself look more desirable in his eyes. I realized that it does nothing for a man such as Dallas Winston.

I've been warned about dating him from my friends and even his. But being the blind and naive woman I am, I didn't listen to any of them and went for it anyway. He was charming and real good lookin'.

I guess I forgot every other factor and got my heart broken in the end anyway.

But after I put myself back together and got over him, I decided to confront him right in the act before ending it all.

I got to Bucks place, late at night. It was a casual Thursday night and the place wasn't exactly empty. Right as I walked in, Buck looked at me and he knew why I was there. I look back at him and walk towards the bar.

"I'm guessin' you're here about the trouble upstairs." He said, as he was serving drinks to his customers. "You need a shot?" He offers, suggesting I drink before seeing what catastrophe is upstairs in Dallas' room.

"Nah, I'm doing this sober. Wish me luck." I said, and started to walk upstairs. The farther I went, the more I head those noises.

I finally got to the front door and I could really hear everything that was going on inside the room. I took a deep breath and open the door.

Then there he was. In bed with another chick.

They stopped what they were doing and tried to cover their bare selves.

"Y/n, I-" He stammered.

"Oh Dal. Dally, Dally, Dally." I said. "Dallas, who is this?" The chick asked.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/n! Only, not so nice for you because I am his girlfriend." I said, sarcastically.

He stood still, knowing that he can't object to what I say anymore.

I look at him and look back at the girl. "I think you should go, I would like to talk to Dallas in private." I said to the girl. She looked at Dallas, took her clothes, and walked away.

"Y/n, I'm sorry-" He starts before I cut him off.

"No. I am tired to even get mad at you or even lecture you but let me tell you this, Winston..." I said. "You don't f**k with me, and when you do. You'll fuck up."

"Oh, so scary, I'm so scared to lose you!" He said sarcastically. "You're trash anyhow, I should've never even f**ked with you in the first place."

"Watch your words, Winston. Anything can happen." I said then left.

He'll know what I mean.

•••
• Dallas' POV •
* 6 MONTHS LATER *

"Hey, what about that brunette over there?" Said Two-Bit as we were sitting around in Buck's Bar, looking at everybody around.

"Just stop, Two. There's nothing that's gonna get me back to f**king broads again." I said. "God damnit, she was right."

"Right about what? Who are we talking about?" Two-Bit slurred, starting to get more drunk.

"I f**ked up. I'm never gonna have her back. F**king just-- What the hell is wrong with me!?" I yelled to myself.

"Dallas, calm down! You shoulda known about her before." Said Buck.

"Oh yeah, like I'm a f**king shrink or somethin'?" I shouted.

"Sshh, just lower your tone will ya?" Said Buck.

"Man, did she cast spells on me or somethin'? I ain't ever felt this way before about some chick." I said.

"She could be a witch." Said Two.

"She's too close with God to be doin' all that stuff."

"Dal, just go do something to keep yourself busy. There's a fight about to start, I gotta stop it." Said Buck, then he left.

I sighed and went outside.

I walked down the sidewalk, trying not to think about her. I pull out a cancer stick to help.

I didn't wanna admit it to myself but I really did f**k up with her. Now, I can't even go a day without thinkin' about this girl. I can't believe I would even regret cheating on her. I ain't ever felt that before!

What the hell do I even do now?

I was still walking on the sidewalk, walking past a few houses, I passed hers.

The lights were on and I could hear a record player playing loud music from inside her house.

And there she was, dancin' to a Sinatra song. I think she forgot all about me already. I wonder if she made any other guys feel this way.

Once I got a good look at her, I wanted to walk in there and talk to her until I saw another guy walk in and start to dance with her.

At first, I though it could just be her father until they kissed and he started to look less like her father.

I huffed and walked away, back to Bucks.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Buck asked.

"I just took a walk. I'm gonna go to bed, I'm... Tired." I said.

I ran up to my room and slam my body on my bed. I laid there, just thinkin' about her till' I didn't even realize that I was crying about her. I guess I was crying pretty loud that Two-Bit went upstairs and knocked on my door.

"Hey Dally, you alright? I can hear you from downstairs." He said, still slightly drunk but more sober than I thought he would be.

I couldn't say anything for some reason. But before I tried, he went up to me and gave me a hug. I didn't know if this was because I was crying or he's just drunk.

"You'll be okay man." He said, and that meant a lot to me.