Stupidity- The Outsiders/ Dallas Winston

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

Everybody looked at me waiting for a answer "Guy's it's really not a big deal... it was just a guy "i added
"Why the fuck was he gripping on you so hard for?" dallas asked in a rude tone "What was yall doing?"

" What are you trying to say Dallas?"
"What I'm tryna say is if yall two was fucking"
" Your so quick to assume as if your not fucking a new girl every week."
" what the fuck did you say?"
"Darry cut me off knowing this was going to take a wrong turn "Will talk about Tommrow morning everyone go back to your rooms and go to sleep"

*The Next Morning *

I woke up my body felt so sore as if there was pins and needles all over my body I groan in pain I get up walking to the freezer grabbing a ice pack placing it on my jaw than moving it to the next place once it goes numb I get up going to the bathroom mirror looking at myself I looked worse than yesterday I applied foundation on to cover the brusing

I look in my bag to pick out an outfit I didn't pack enough clothes for the whole week I had to go home and sneak in from my bedroom so I would avoid from seeing my mom's face I had to get ready first

I put on a a pair of denim jeans and a white top "How are you feeling" I heard a deep voice say as I exited the bedroom door and walked down the porch steps I turned in confusion it was Dallas.
He was leaning on the railing smoking a cigarette

"Why do you care?" I said under my breath but still loud enough for him to hear
"Im just asking cause you look bad have you seen yourself?" Dallas argued back

"Ohh so now all of a sudden You care that I got brusies?!" I said in a sarcastic tone of anger
"When the fuck did you start caring about me dallas"i added on as he just stood there taking a drag of his cigarette "Its really none of your fucking business" I said as I walked away heading towards my house to sneak in my bedroom window

I checked the windows to see where was my mom and dad were and sure enough they were knocked out in the living room holding a alcohol bottle

I decided to just sneak in through the front door but I just had to be quiet.

As I quietly ran to my bedroom closing the door behind me I grabbed a bag from my closet and started shoving all my belongings in the bag like my shoes,Shirts,pants,dresses, and items I would need to last me until I figure out what to do

I heard footsteps but I just brushed it off thinking it was probably someone outside

My mom came into my room slamming my door open against the wall "Where the fuck have you been." she yelled I tried staying calm so this wouldn't take a wrong turn "I was just about to head out I was just grabbing some of my-" She Screamed "Your father and I have been sitting here waiting for you!" She was basically putting the blame on me so I just snapped back

"You told me to leave, don't you remember that!"

She just stood As we yelled talking over eachother as she was Still holding the bottle of Alcohol

" You were fucking around with your little boyfriend" she said pointing fingers

Boyfriend?" I chuckle at her stupid comment "Mom what boyfriend?"

"That little bad ass kid that came outta jail" I look at her in confusion than it clicked to me "Dallas?!" She snapped her fingers after I said his name as in thats who she was referring to.
" Mhm that's the fucking kid" she says pointing fingers and nodding yes

"Mom I told you he's not my fucking boyfriend!"

" You talking about your other boyfriend"
I stare at her pacing around holding my temple

"What fucking boyfriend mom!"
I said out of frustration

"The One that work at the DX" my mom added yelling

"Sodapop?!.. Mom hes my friend" I argued back at her

"Friends my ass, you mean friends with benefits" she yelled

"Oh my God mom!... I'm done I can't deal with this right now"
I just fucking hated my mom and dad but my mom was the worst when it came to name calling, and it all started when I had turned 13 I had just became a teenager and there would be people who compliment on how pretty I look and to be honest I don't know where I got it from cause both of my parents weren't even near appealing, but everytime I got a compliment she would just call me a " whore" she always had some kind of hatred on me and it confused me

" if you leave this house....god im going to whoop your ass" my mom yelled as I made my way to the front door I turned around facing her dropping my bag on the ground

"Are you fucking threatening me now?!"

I yelled I was surprised my dad didn't wake up from all that yelling.

♡~~~~~Authors Note~~~~~~~♡
Heyy yall I'm still posting and writing the chapters so I'll be posting them when I get the chance