My Strange Addiction | Dallas Winston

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It was the crack of dawn, and the first rays of sunlight were streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. As Madelyn slowly opened her eyes, she felt the sun's warmth on her face, coaxing her out of her slumber.

She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her eyes, smudging the leftover mascara that had coated her eyelashes. As she scratched her face and sat up, she realized that her hair was a mess and her clothes were wrinkled from the night before.

Turning to Dallas, she whispered his name, lightly shaking him in an attempt to wake him up. "Dally," she murmured, shaking him again. "Mhmm," he hummed, still half asleep. "I have to go home before my dad gets too mad, but thank you for staying with me," she said quietly.

"You're leaving right now?" he asked in a groggy voice, trying to open his eyes. "It's so early though," he added, not wanting her to leave just yet.

"I've got to go. If I'm gone too long, my dad will get really mad, and I want to shower. I feel really dirty," Madelyn explained, pushing her hair behind her ears as she stood up. Dallas sat up, watching her as she gathered her clothes.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine. Thanks again, though," she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek before picking up her clothes and leaving the room. "Yep," Dallas answered, falling back into the pillows.

Madelyn made her way to the bathroom to change, leaving Sodas clothes in a laundry hamper. As she walked out into the living room, she noticed that the house was empty. Everyone must have been off at work, school, or just out for the day.

She waited for a moment before walking out of the house. A minute after she left, so did Dallas. He wanted to make sure she got home safely, even if it meant walking a few blocks in the early morning light.

The day was just starting, and Tulsa was pretty quiet. Madelyn decided to take the long way home, hoping to avoid any trouble with the Socs. She shoved her hands in her pockets and walked quickly, eager to get home.

As she arrived at her house, she noticed that it was dark and seemed empty. She hurried up the porch steps and pushed open the creaky door. She didn't see her dad on the couch, which gave her a sense of relief. As the door shut behind her, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Just as she turned to head to her room, her dad came around the corner from the hallway. She froze, unsure of what to do or say. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice stern and unyielding. Madelyn felt her heart sink as she realized that she was in trouble.

"Hey, Dad," Madelyn said, trying to smile despite the pit in her stomach. "Where the fuck have you been?" he repeated, his voice rising in anger as he held a half-empty beer bottle.

"I spent the night at the Curtis'," she said softly, staring at the empty bottles on the coffee table. "You spent the night with all the boys? I told you that you can't see them. All they do is probably touch you. No guy actually likes a girl if she doesn't give him anything," her dad said, finishing the beer and walking over to the fridge for another.

She knew that they were good people, and that they cared about her, but her dad refused to see it. She tried to speak up, to defend herself and her friends, but the words caught in her throat. She knew that it wouldn't make a difference.