in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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10th november 1983.
Dallas waves her brother off before turning at the edge of the block, heading towards her father's trailer; he lives roughly seventeen minutes away from her mother, in a rougher part of town, where the known drunks and addicts reside.
She parks her bike up, by parking up she drops it down beside his shitty car, making sure its not right behind the car as her father is the type to simply just run it over rather than move it out the way,
"How was school?"
She pauses, eyeing up her father, usually he's passed out by the time she comes in, but here he is, hair gelled back, dress shirt tucked into nice trousers, a pair of fancy black shoes on his feet, "Uh, good?"
She lets a rare smile curl at her lips as she leans against the wall close-but not too close- to where he stands fixing his hair in a mirror, "Where are you going?"
"I've got a date, if it all goes well don't expect me home tonight."
He chuckles, ruffling a hand in her hair and she flinches as he passes, watching him walk over to the kitchen sink, "Jesus, this place is a mess. Do me a favour, kiddo, clean up a little for me?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
"And tomorrow, after school, you and I we'll head to Benny's, yeah, get a burger and some fries?"
"I'm vegetarian. Fries sound good." She corrects herself quickly, a little too quickly, as if on autopilot the way her eyes widen and palms start to get sweaty, "Benny's dead, dad," She says quietly, "A few days ago, they found him."
"Okay," He nods, looking up as he thinks to himself, "Ice cream. We'll go to that parlour beside Ray's."
A smile breaks across her face and she nods quickly, a little too quickly once again, her hand grips the door frame as she tries not to lose her balance as her vision blurs from the fast motion, "Yeah, yeah, I'd like that."
He looks up checking the time, almost three, "Oh, I better get going. Love you."
He pats her head humming an old Elvis tune as he heads for the door, grabbing his keys and tossing them into the air happily before catching them in his other hand.
She stands still blinking simply, watching him sing to himself as he heads down the driveway and gets into his car, "L-Love you!" She calls after him, hands shaking at how tightly it grips her bag strap making her drop it to her side.
She stares after the car, watching through the window until she can't see it any longer, until the silver colour no longer catches the sun as it leaves the trailer park.
She chuckles, a small little childish sound before she's full on in a fit of giggles, heading down to her room and throwing herself onto her bed with a squeal of excitement.
