Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎not coming home pt. 3

I walked into his house and he slammed the door and pushed me against the wall. "What the fuck did I tell you!" He screamed in my face and I shoved back. "And what did I tell you?!" I screamed back. He tried coming at me but I shoved him again.

"You're gonna fucking listen to me, for one time in this relationship you're going to listen to me! You're damaged and you're gonna tear me down with you! So if you don't fucking tell me what is the matter with you I'm gonna walk out that door and find the nearest train and get the fuck out of this shitty city, and you're never gonna see me again!" I yelled and he stumbled back and tripped on a table and fell on the couch. He seethed but loosened up quickly.

"I don't fucking know!" He yelled and hid his face in his hands. I grabbed one of his hands and held it in mine. I looked down and back at him and he pulled me onto him and wrapped his arms around me as far as they could go. He started to cry into me and all I did was hold him. "I'm never gonna forgive myself for hurting you." He cried and I shook my head. "I know honey. Don't do it again." I said and he softly chuckled through tears.

He stayed hidden for 10 minutes before pulling away and I held his hand again. I didn't smile at him, I still looked in the eyes of the man who just threatened to beat me if I ever said no to him. He was shaking, I could tell. He had broken in his eyes and I brushed the hair out of his eyes.

"Doll I really am sorry." He said and I slapped him as hard as I could. "I guess we're even." I said and I kissed him tenderly. I pulled away and finally let my smile loose and he touched my cheek. He cringed and pulled his hand away. "You're gonna have a bruise there for a little while." He said and kissed it lightly. I giggled and he smiled at me.

This moment felt so magical to me, so intimate even after a traumatic fight. He was hurt and so was I, despite it being in different ways. I let him cry on me, which was a major moment, which showed that he can trust me more than anybody in this world. He looked at me with his dark eyes that seem so light right now. He had some sort of hope in there, I'm hoping that stays forever.

"Will you just kiss me already?" He said with a smile across his face and I giggled and our lips connected. It felt different this time, like he was really sorry. He didn't try to push it farther, he was just showing me how apologetic he was.

He pulled away and I looked at him for a moment before I had an intrusive thought attack my brain. I pecked his lips once more until I stood up  and walked to his bathroom. I shut the door and quietly opened the cabinets. I looked through and found the usuals, ibuprofen, acetaminophen, but I found an unlabeled bottle. He fucking stole it.

I opened the bottle carefully and grabbed one and examined it. I had a weird knowledge of medication, I nearly dropped it when I figured out what it was. Paroxetine.

I put it back where I found it and flushed the toilet and walked back out, and he was standing there waiting for me. I put a hand on his chest and pressed our bodies against each other's and he kissed me. "Are we gonna stay here tonight?" I asked and he nodded. I smiled and sat down on the couch and he disappeared somewhere. I grabbed one of the random books he had laying around and I looked at the time. How was it already 5? I don't know. I put my feet up and I opened the book and started to read.

He hadn't come back and I drifted off to sleep from staying up till 3 am previous nights. I woke up to the sound of something being thrown behind me. I groggily turned around and found him throwing kitchen knives at the wall. I groaned and confiscated the knives from him and put them back in the drawer and grabbed his wrists and drug him into his bed. It was 3 am now, and I just wanted to sleep.

He was drunk and he fought me like a child because he didn't want clothes on. I eventually gave in and collapsed on the bed and curled up. He got in next to me, butt-ass naked and I threw a blanket on him and fell asleep.

I woke up to him suffocating me in his body and blankets and I fought his sleepy limp body off of me and I got up. I opened the drawer that I kept clothes in and I changed and walked to him. I pushed him awake and he nearly clocked me in the jaw for it. He made some sort of noise and I grabbed his foot and pulled him out of bed.

He hit the floor and realized he was naked and grinned. "We had fun last night didn't we?" He asked and I giggled and pulled him up. "You threw a temper tantrum at 3 am because you didn't want clothes on." I told him and he started to laugh. I walked into his kitchen and looked through the cabinets but found them dry other than hard liquor. I groaned and turned around and jumped back when I found him behind me.

"Jesus Christ." I said and he smiled. "Let's go out." He offered and I sighed and looked at him. "Who's got money to go out?" I asked and he looked down and shrugged. "I spent it all last night." He confessed and I pushed passed him. I got on the floor and I put my shoes on and I threw his at him to put on. I knew where we were going.