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

The Little Girl And The Lamb

When Cynthia was driving in the quiet car she started to think about her life and the mistakes she made. She was thinking about how happy she would be because she finally gets to see her friends and family after two days of disappearing. They were probably worried sick because they didn't know what happened to her. But she also felt a little sad because she just left Dally for no reason.

She left and said she hated him. None of that was true, Cynthia is pretty sure that she loves him back. She wasn't scared to tell him but she was scared to admit it to herself because she doesn't want to have a relationship like her parents.

Her parents' relationship was toxic on another level. It was abusive, her father would come home piss drunk and when her mother tried to help him, he would hit her until she wasn't able to move anymore or until she passed out.

Once her mom woke back up and was able to speak again she would cry for little Cynthia's help. Cynthia being only six years old she would always rush to her mother's side and try to help her. She would try to drag her mother to the washroom and clean her up the best she can. Little Cynthia thought this was normal and that every family goes through this.

She thought it was normal for every father to come home piss drunk and beat every mother until they were black and blue. And that the daughter had to go help the mother and get her fixed. She never had a brother but she thought the son wouldn't have to do anything; he would just grow up to be like his father.

Her family life was like this until her parents discovered what drugs were. Once they discovered drugs the house was a lot quieter. Her father still drank heavily but he would no longer hit her mother.

They would always laugh over the dumbest things like 'what colour the wall actually is blue or gray' or 'what other types of drugs are out there and what they should try.' They would list drug after drug and try to remember if they tried it or not.

Since they were no longer taking their anger out on each other they would start to take it out on Cynthia.

She remembered this one time. It was 1953 New York City in her small run-down townhome. Cynthia was seven years old at the time.

It all started when....

"Ohhh baby I love it!" Cynthia's mother squelched. She jumped on Cynthia's father and started to give him a bunch of thank you kisses, showing him how grateful she was for the gift.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" little Cynthia called out trying to get her mother's attention.

Every time she called her mothers name, her mother just ignored her and told her to play with her dolls.

"But Mommy, I don't have any dolls, remember you said we were going to go out to buy some for my birthday."

"I-it's your birthday?" Cynthia's mother questioned. She couldn't believe it was her birthday she had totally forgotten.

"Cynthia, get out of here don't you see me and your mother are in the middle of something. Get lost, back in my day we didn't have any of those dolls and shit or whatever you play with. You know what I did. I went out and made friends. So don't be a fucking loser and go make friends." Cynthia's dad snapped at her.

Little Cynthia was shocked by his yelling because her dad yelled a lot but never at her, always at her mother. Cynthia's father never really acknowledged her, so it was hard for seven-year-old Cynthia to see her father in such a mean and crucial way.

"Yeah, Cynthia." her mother joined in on the conversation."Get lost, there's a park down the road, go out and go make some friends."

Cynthia just looked at them with wide eyes not knowing if she should go or not.

"Cynthia, go get lost" Cynthia's mother broke the silence.

"Oh," little Cynthia said sadly because her mother wanted her to leave. She knew there was something different about her mother because she never used to act like that, but at the time she didn't know what drugs were, so she just assumed that her mother no longer cared for her.

Little Cynthia turned around and went to go pick up her toy sheep and walked out the door. Right when she was about to leave she stopped because she heard her parents say:

"Finally, that annoying little brat is finally gone." She heard a man say. She knew it was her father who said it. He was the only man in the room.

"I know, like can't she just take care of herself."

They both erupted into laughter. "The stupid bitch couldn't even take care of herself even if she wanted to."

They didn't know little Cynthia was listening, if they knew they would have probably still have said those things to her face without feeling a thing.

The words caused little Cynthia to tear up. But because she didn't want anyone to hear her, she took her lamby and ran out the door all the way to the park.

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At the park, little Cynthia just sat there on the swings with her lamby in her hands waiting until she could go home again.

Everything was normal until three grown men came up to little Cynthia and asked her if she wanted some candy.

Since Cynthia was only seven and her parents didn't teach her stranger danger. So of course, little Cynthia said yes and went with them.

When she went with them, they-

Cynthia immediately snapped out of her thoughts not wanting to remember the rest. The only good thing about that was, that was the day when Cynthia's uncle took her under his wing and raised her.

"Okay," Cynthia said to herself, "Only a few more minutes to go and I'll be home." Letting out a loud sigh, she continued her drive all the way back to New York City. 

A/N

Big thanks to Sara for writing this whole chapter (again) so please go show her some love. Sara is the best person in the world, she writes for me when I'm too lazy to. So thanks to my amazing author friend. 
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