Dallas Winston x Reader

Chapter 6

I wake up to being shaken up by Soda.

"Hey, Y/n wake up"

"What?"

I slowly sit up and rub my eyes.

"Good morning to you too" He says

"Haha, cute"

"Well, your dad stopped by to check-up on you at like 4 this morning. Dally almost killed him, twice. Ooh Darry got into an argument with your step mom because she needs you to go clean your house. Uhhh what else"

"Dally tried to have sex with you while you were asleep at about 6 this morning, '' Darry says as he walks over with a plate of food.

"Oh yeah, that"

"Why am I not surprised?" I say

"I wasn't either. Well until Pony came running in to tell me. He was so scared for you, it was almost funny" Darry says, handing me the plate of food he was holding.

"Don't know why your dad insists on telling me how you like your eggs; he gets it wrong anyway." Soda says

"Why? What did he say this morning?"

"That you like your eggs over easy. I told him no, you like them over hard and he thought I was making a sex joke"

"That's my dad for y'ah. Thinks the basic words in a sentence are sex jokes" I say as I'm handed a fork

"Scrambled eggs with toast and bacon. Pony and Soda got the last of the sausage" Darry says

"What kind of sausage?" I ask

"Ground pork" Soda says

"I was trying to make a joke. Hope you guys knew that"

"We did" Darry says

"I just chose to not make it a joke," Soda says.

*Timeskip*

One knock on the door, then it opens. A man I'd met was standing, shirtless in his boxers, in my living room.

"What do you want, kid?" He asks with a shitty tone in his voice

"Uhh to go into my own home? Who the fuck are you?" I ask

"Uhh I don't remember my girlfriend having a sweetheart. So get lost"

"I haven't been called sweetheart in about 3 years when I asked my dad to quit calling me that. Your 'girlfriend' is married to my dad. I live in this house, so I suggest getting all your shit together and getting the fuck out before I call the cops on you" I say as I slip past him

I go to my room as he follows me.

"Listen here you little-"

"Babe," I hear my stepmom call from hers and my dad's room. "Who's in the house?"

"Some brat claiming to live here"

"Oh let Her be. She does live here. She's my husbands daughter"

"See, I told you. But I have to be a stuck up soc that doesn't want to listen" I say as I go into my room and lock the door.

I empty out all the clothes from the bag I grabbed into a laundry hamper in my room. I put new clothes into the bag that would last me a few days. I then hear moans and bangs.

Great. Hope she gets knocked up and she leaves my dad for one of her many boyfriends.

Oh well. She's a whore, I know that for a fact. She kinda dresses like a soc girl, but her make-up looks and how she acts is like a greaser girl in every way.