Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Blood On My Hands

Once they got off the Ferris Wheel Dallas and Cynthia walked out hand in hand giggling and having the time of their lives.

Since they walked there, they had to walk back.

As they walked back to their places they talked about the most random things ever.

"So, so, you actually went to prison for stealing a bunch of cigarettes." Cynthia couldn't help but laugh when she said it out loud because it was such a stupid reason to go to prison.

"Wellll, I did steal a bunch of other things but that doesn't matter, the point is that I learned my lesson and I will never steal a pack of cigarettes again."

"So you're saying you will never, ever steal a pack of cigarettes ever again?"

"Uh, I kinda stole a pack like... Two weeks ago." Dallas said, pulling out the pack of cigarettes he stole.

Cynthia started dying of laughter.

"Hey what's so funny princess?" Dally grabbed her, pulling her so they were face to face.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just think it's funny that you say you're gonna do something but then you do something totally different. You can almost never keep your word. And I know I haven't known you for that long but you're telling me all these stories about yourself and your life, and you seem like a man who can never keep his word. I can see why you find it hard to get a girlfriend." Cynthia stated

"What do you mean by that?" Dallas was in complete confusion. He thought by opening up to a girl about his troubles and his past that girls will like him more. And since he was falling head first for Cynthia he wanted to get everything out in the open before his past came back to bite him in the ass.

"What I mean is that you seem like a sweet guy, you really do. But when you tell me all these stories about your life, it makes me feel like I can't trust you because you lie and cheat to get your way and you-you say things and you never end up keeping your word. And that makes me feel scared to go out with you and be your girlfriend. And I will not say I won't date you because I am scared that you might make me start to do bad things because I have done so much bad shit it's honestly a miracle that I am not in prison or some shit." Cynthia wanted to be open with Dallas because she wanted to be in a relationship with him but she was afraid that she would get her heart broken.

"So what are you trying to say, that you don't want to go out with me because I have done bad things? Because by the looks of it you're not some 'Little Miss Perfect' either." Dally started to get loud and defensive.

Cynthia was in shock at his sudden outburst. She was confused about why he was yelling at her. She could feel her heart start to drop down into her liver. But because Cynthia was a fiery little bitch, she won't just say she's sorry and move on. She will yell back and start an argument, just like Dally would. But because Cynthia was tired and want to go lie in her bed and roll around in Dallas' cologne that was still on the unwashed sheets, she just said a simple 'Fuck you,' and walked away.

Cynthia shoved her hands in her pockets and speed-walked through the streets trying to get home as fast as possible.

"Hey, get back here." Dallas grabbed her arm and whipped her back.

"Hey, let me go!" Cynthia screamed. "I said let me go you piece of shit!" Cynthia tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

"No, you wanna talk about your feelings then so am I." Dallas snapped at her before letting her go.

Dally was pissed. He was pissed that she just said that he was untrustable because he lied and cheated in games and on other things. Never once has he ever scammed and cheated on a woman and he was mad that Cynthia thought he did.

"No, I am not staying here to listen to you complain. I am going home." Cynthia stated one last time before putting her hands back in her pockets and walking away.

"There you go, like always having to make everything about you. Can never listen to other people's problems, you only make them listen to yours."

Dallas was in fighting mode. He was determined to make Cynthia listen to him.

Cynthia stopped. Turn around and walk back. "You haven't even known me for more than a week, so you can't just say I am selfish and rude and only make things about me!" She was face to face with him now.

She had her fist clench and within seconds she hit the Dallas Winston square in the jaw.

"Ahhhhh fuck. Holy shit that hurt. Fuck." Cynthia said out loud, shaking her hand.

Cynthia has never punched someone before so that made her feel a pain she has never felt before. But as for Dallas, he got into so many fights on the streets in New York and Tulsa that he doesn't feel that much pain anymore. He just shrugged it off like nothing happened. He just ignored the fact that Cynthia busted his lip. For a girl, she had a pretty strong punch and a really strong punch for a first-timer.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" Dallas said, getting up without hesitation.

Dallas grabbed her chin aggressively, Cynthia winced in pain as Dally screamed at her, "You little slut, you think you can just punch me you little piece of shit."

Cynthia was still trying to get out of his grasp.

"Dallas, y- your-your hurting me!" Cynthia whined, "Please, let me go."

With those words Dallas immediately let her go. Dallas didn't know what came over him. He was in complete shock.

"Screw you Dallas, SCREW YOU I NEVER WANNA FUCKING SEE YOU AGAIN!! And you can forget about that date too!"

"Good, you were only useful in bed. I don't want to see you anymore either!" Dally said without thinking. Once Dallas realized what he said, Cynthia was in tears.

Cynthia was now sobbing; he was like any other guy she messed around with. Rude, used her for sex and always fucked her over.

"Cynthia..." Dally said in pain. He didn't deserve to talk to her let alone look at her. "I'm-I'm-" He didn't even have time to finish his sentence because she was gone.

She ran away into the dark, never to be seen again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Dally repeated again, and again, and again. He was so mad at himself that he curled his hand into a fist and punched the light post trying to hurt himself.

He hit that cement post again, and again, and again. Until he started to hear bones cracking. He broke a few knuckles on each of his hands.

He looked down to see blood all over his hands only to pass out due to all the stress and pain in his fists.

Lying there, all he could think or say is that he deserved it and how he lost someone he truly cared so much for. 

A/N

Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Credit to my best friend sara-katherine for writing this whole chapter by herself.
I hope you guys are liking this book so far!
Stay Gold my Dead Livers!!