Broken {An Outsiders FF}

Prologue

(A/N) 

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Prologue

Elaine's P.O.V

I had always liked Dallas Winston; everything about him was absolutely perfect. I loved his dark brown hair that fell over his forehead and how it sometimes cascaded over his eyes. It gave him such a mysterious look. And his eyes, oh my. They just made my cheeks turn bright red every time they looked into mine. They were such a deep chocolately brown I could get so easily lost in them. His lips were so plump, and luscious. It made me tingle a little inside every time his pink tongue swept across them when he looked at me. Oh and his laugh, it made me smile every time. It was so cute and hilarious. And the fact that he could treat a woman so well made me even crazier about him. 

Things had always been rough for Dal. But ever since our good buddy Johnny died, it seemed like Dal’s life became even worse. Dallas had constantly treated Johnny like a little brother, and Johnny looked up to him in return. They both had awful lives; none of their parents gave a hang about them. So when Johnny died the night of the big rumble, Dallas was never the same. He even tried to kill himself once, and I just knew I couldn't live if Dal ever died. 

I believed I could be his lifesaver. I believed I could the one to help him through the tough times when he was depressed. And it turned out that I was. We starting hanging out, and that eventually went to us dating, and then marriage.

When we married, it was honestly the greatest day of my life. Man, I can remember that day just like it was yesterday.

Dallas would always remind me that he loved everything about me. He constantly said that he loved my light, wavy brown hair, and how it fell loosely around my shoulders. Dallas utterly loved my sparkling chestnut eyes and that every time he looked into them he would melt inside. He treasured my dimples every time I smiled; with my big, wide smile. And he would love it when I would play naughty for him; tease him.

 I remember the first time we made love, how his fingers trailed down my naked body. I remember him whispering in my ear saying that he loved how soft and smooth my skin was. I just giggled in return and he smirked back.

I was the one for him.

Until that one night, when everything fell apart.

It was about after 6 years of our marriage, and Dallas wasn't acting himself as usual. He was starting to act so jumpy. I couldn't figure out why until he came home that one night and I found out he was doing drugs. It was the most horrible feeling I had ever felt. How could a sweet, 17 year old kid that I married turn into this?  

And when I first heard those words 

"Elaine, babe, I hate to break it to you, but, I'm on drugs."

My fragile heart broke into a million pieces.