Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎drunk

I sat on my couch with a light on and my book, which I couldn't pay attention to. There was something eating away at my mind for some reason, but I'm not sure what it is.

The door opened and slammed and heavy feet stormed down the house. He went into the kitchen and was slamming things around and I let out a quiet groan. He's drunk, he's drunk, he's drunk.

I sighed and closed my book and made my way to the kitchen. I gently put a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. He didn't say anything, he just grumbled and turned back around to the fridge. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked away. I returned to the couch and he joined soon after.

He reeked of alcohol of many varieties. I was worried, what had he been doing tonight? He laid his head back and his hand went into the inside of my upper thigh. "Where've you been?" I asked sweetly and began to run my fingers through his hair. He snatched my wrist swiftly and I gasped and my heart stopped, his grip was tight and he kept his eyes closed. "Don't touch me."

He put his hand back to where it was and I sat uncomfortable. He continued to stay silent and my heart was racing. The next movement might set him off. I was also terrified he could sense my fear, too. What is up with him?

I felt like crying, I knew I had to get out of there. "Dal?" I whimpered and he opened his eyes and looked at me. "What?" He shot at me. "I gotta go to the bathroom," He sighed heavily and took his hand off of me and I carefully made my way to the bathroom. Once I got in there, I struggled to think of what to do.

I quickly left and went to my phone. I dialed the Curtis's, praying somebody would answer. And thankfully, somebody did.

"Hello?" Steve answered. I sighed of relief. "Steve! Can you get one of the brothers please?" I asked and he groaned and yelled something. Sodapop answered and I felt like crying tears of joy. "Soda, Dally's drunk and he's scaring me," I said and I heard Dally get up. I started to get more nervous and I bit my nails. "Can I come over?"

"Of course," He replied and Dally was approaching. "Do me a favor and stay on the line," I whispered and I pretended to hang up. He came in and I turned around and he grabbed my shoulders and I jumped. "What are you doing?" I panicked and he looked at the phone and back at me.

"Who was that?" He mumbled and I opened my mouth to say something but I could see the danger in his eyes. "Soda-" I said and he slapped me. "You're fucking cheating on me with Soda?!" He scared me and I stumbled back.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled and he slapped me again. "Get out of my house, you're drunk!" I yelled. He shook his head and rapped me with more. I was letting out screams as he beat me and thankfully not long after, I heard somebody run in. Dally was quickly torn off of me and I sat shaking.

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The cell opened and he came out and I hugged him hard, and by the way he was holding me, I knew he missed me too.

"You've got all these bruises from me," He said softly and ran his thumb over them. I nodded my head and dropped a tear and he rubbed it away.

"I'm so, so sorry." He said and the police officer came out and gave me his paper work. I took it and we walked outside and began our walk home.

He nearly cried when touching my bruises, he didn't remember at all hurting me and he knew he wasn't taking it out on me, he was taking it out on himself. His fingers traced every bruise and his lips made up for every hit that made contact with me.

I'll always be traumatized because of that night, and nobody trusts him anymore, but I still love him, and he will always kiss my ass because of it. I shouldn't have forgiven him so easily and I know that myself but he means a lot to me. And even if I can't change him, I can at least show him what it's like to have somebody who loves you and needs you.