You Said Forever Dallas Winston x reader

Chapter 5: The twenty-sixth time since mom

When I get home from school, dad’s home. So as soon as I open the door, all hell breaks loose.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEN ABOUT YOU? OR DO YOU EVEN CARE?” He yells as soon as I get inside.

“I was staying the night with a fri-” Before I can finish my sentence, he hits me. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times in the face. Then 1, 2, 3 times in the stomach. He throws me up against the wall, throws books at me. Throws really whatever he can get his hands on. Books, the remote, shoes, anything. By the time he finishes I’m bleeding and hurting everywhere. When he finally stopped, I could barely move. He had left after too. 

A little while after dad had left, like 10-15 minutes, Darry, Pony, Soda, and Dal walked in. They seen me on the floor unable to move. They know now. Dally already knew. But the others, they know what he does now. 

“Y/N!” Darry screams when they get in. “Soda, help me take her to her room!” When they pick me up off the floor, it hurts.

“OWW” I scream. “Stop it hurts. Put me down.”

When they put me down, I look over to Dally and mouth the words ‘I’m sorry.’ he left after that. As soon as he leaves I try my best to stand up and I succeed. I went to the door, turned around and told the rest of the boys that I’ll be back. I look to the left at first and then to the right and I see Dal heading in the direction to the bar.

“Dal wait.” I yell after him. When he turns around runs towards me because I lose my balance. So much for being able to stand.

“I got you doll. Come on. We’re not staying here.” Dal says and picks me up. We head into the direction of the bar that he stays at.

“I’m sorry Dal. This never would have happened had I just stayed home. I wouldn't be looking like this, and you wouldn't have to carry me. I would be perfectly fine.” I say. I hate that I had put him in this situation. He shouldn’t have to feel like he needs to take care of me. We get to the bar and he takes me up to his room.

He sits me down on the bed and takes my shirt off. Then he takes my shorts off. He goes into the bathroom and gets a wet washcloth to clean me up. When he comes back he isn’t wearing a shirt.

“What happened to your shirt?” I ask him. He went in with one and came out without one.

“I’m using it to clean you up with. Why is there a  problem with that?” He asks, smirking. One of these days I’m gonna wipe that smirk off of his face.

“No there isn’t one. You don’t have to clean me up though. I’ll be fine.” I tell him. I like that he cares so much. “I’m used to it.”

“Doll. I told you that I would take care of you and that’s what’s gonna happen.” He tells me. He is so sweet when he wants to be.

“Why do you care so much? I mean, we barely know each other.” I say. I don’t know how to feel about him. I just know that he’s the best thing that has happened to me. Ever.

“I care because no one should have to go through what you're going through. I care about you because everything that happens to you I feel like I am responsible for. Had I not left you alone this never would have happened to you. I just can’t imag-” I cut him off with a kiss. A short one but I hope it gets the message across.

“It isn’t your fault that this happened to me. It’s been happening for years Dal. I’m used to it. It doesn’t matter to him if he hurts me. He never remembers it anyways. If he asks about it I just lie and say I tripped and fell or I got in a fight or something so he’s not mad at himself. It’s a normal repetitive thing. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” I tell him. I can’t look him in the eye and see the hurt expression on his face. He lifts my head up with his pointer finger and middle finger. He forces me to look at him. I don’t know what I would do without him to be honest. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t imagine life without him.

“You shouldn’t have to lie and say that to him. He’s your father y/n. He shouldn’t be doing this to you. You are a special person. You're special to me.” He says. I kiss him.

“No one in my entire life has ever said that about me or to me. Ever since I moved here I knew it was going to be different but I didn’t know that it was going to be a good different. When I’m with you and the guys I feel happy more so when I’m with you than anyone else. You make me happy Dal. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know where I would be right now.” I say. I feel so happy when I’m with him

He finishes cleaning me up and by the time he gets back from the bathroom, I'm asleep. When I wake up the next morning, Dal’s already dressed.

“Mmm- come back to bed.’ I say groggily. “What time is it anyways?’

“4:00 AM. Now get up so we can get you home and ready for school.” He tells me. So bossy.

“Why so early? Let’s go back to sleep.” I say as I’m getting up.

“Because if we don’t want the guys asking questions about where you were or who you were with y/n, then we have to leave before they get there,” he says. “Now stop asking questions and come on.”

“Only if you carry me there maybe then I’ll consider going.” I tell him. “Until then. No.”

Right after I say that, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and we are out the door.

“I MEANT CARRY ME ON YOUR BACK DAL!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!”I scream. I’m wide awake now.

“Not a chance doll. You said carry you so I'm carrying you, princess." Dally says.

"That’s a new one. Where’d that one come from?” I ask. “I mean I like it, but it’s just different. A good different.”

“Shut up and enjoy the ride doll.” Dal says, his signature smirk following.

We make it to my house and there are no signs of the Curtis brothers. Dal carries me to my room and lays me down on my bed.

“You know doll, I thought we would be doing something else in this position.” He says with that smirk of his. 

“Just lay with me Dal. I’m not going to school today.” I say. “I don’t want everyone asking where these bruises came from.”

As we lay there we talk. For hours. We just talk. It wasn’t even about anything important. Then we just stared at each other. As we look into each other's eyes, I hear the front door open. When I look at the time I realize it’s my dad that just came in.

“Damn it. You have to go. I don't want my dad to know that someone knows. He won’t even remember it.” I say.

“Doll. I told you I’m not leaving you so you're just gonna have to deal with me being here.” Dal says.

I roll my eyes. “Fine Dal. Just hide in the closet then.” I say. I hear my dads footsteps coming up the stairs. “Dal. Go now. Please. Hurry.” I whisper yell.

He gets up and makes it into the closet before my dad gets in the room.

“Hi dad. How was work?” I ask. Then throw in a little yawn at the end.

“It was good sweet pea. How was school?” He asks me in return.

I want to tell him “I didn’t go to school today dad because yesterday you beat me so badly, i was barely able to walk today and I didn’t want to get questioned about why i look like this.” Is what I want to say, but instead what I say is this

“It was ok. Long and hard. I have a bad headache. We only had a half day today, so that’s a plus I guess.” I tell him instead.

“Oh. Well, I hope you feel better honey. I’m going out so make sure to lock the door before you go to sleep sweetheart.” He says

“Ok dad. I will. Have fun.” I say.

And with that my dad leaves. Dal comes out of the closet after I tell him my dad’s gone. I can’t wait for the day that I finally get to leave this place and never turn back