UNDECIDED (Dallas Winston x Reader)

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Cora:

I ran the whole way home, never looking back to see if Dallas (or anyone else, for that matter) was following me. I didn't actually live that far away from Dallas, but even so, I felt the need to run. As soon as I got home, I realized the mistake I had made.

When I was little, like all kids at that age, I checked under my bed for monsters when I got scared. I would always scream as soon as I checked, even though I knew that there was nothing there. My mother would always come rushing in, shushing me, telling me that everything was alright. She told me that monsters weren't real. I was glad that she wasn't around to see that my dad had become one.

I stormed into my living room, seeing my dad punching and slapping and beating my sister. I immediately turned and made an attempt to run out of the door, but my dad saw me.

"CORA!!!" he yelled. His face was purple, his fists clenched, a broken bottle in one of them, the shards sticking into his flesh. He was either so drunk that he hadn't realized yet or he just didn't care.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Yes, father?" I said innocently.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE! SLUT! BITCH! THIS IS WHY NO ONE LOVES YOU!" If possible, his face had turned even more purple.

What is he talking about NOW? I thought to myself. "I am the slightest bit confused as to what you mean by those words, father." He always made us speak like posh people. I never knew why, and I probably never will.

He took only about three long strides to get to where I was, and as soon as he reached me, he slapped me harder than ever before.

"I know about you and Tennessee," he hissed, so close to my face that I could see his nostril hair. My mind drew a blank. Tennessee, Tennessee.... did he mean DALLAS?

"Father..." I began, so quiet that I could barely hear myself. "I believe you mean Dallas, not Tennes-"

He could me off by punching me in the cheek. "Don't you dare contradict me EVER again." He said it so calmly that it sent chills down my spine. He always scared me so much more when he was calm, because that meant that he was getting ready to explode.

He then strolled silently into the kitchen. My brother and I heard crashes and plates smashing, our faces contorting from confusion to complete fear. We both knew what he was getting. A few moments later, he came back into the room, the sharpest knife in the house in his hand. He stood in the doorway connecting the kitchen and the living room. 

He smiled.

That was it for me. That one, tiny action sent me running, running faster than I had ever run in my life. I didn't stop when I got to the forest, instead proceeding to climb it without pausing to take a breath. When I neared the branch that I had sat on when I had first met Dallas, I saw a pair of jeaned, black-booted legs swinging back and forth. They stopped swinging almost as soon as I glanced at them. I slowly looked up, seeing Dallas staring at me.

He patted the unoccupied part of the branch, silently telling me to sit next to him. I looked away, and as I continued climbing up to reach him, I could feel his eyes boring holes in my head.

As I finally reached the branch, I sat next to him, not even making the tiniest of sounds. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I held my breath as I heard him take one.

"So," he began. "What brings you here?"

Sorry that this chapter isn't very long, but I'm kinda running out of ideas. I know what to write for the next few chapters, but unless you guys start giving me suggestions, I'm going to have to discontinue this book after I finish writing these next few chapters.

Don't be afraid to comment or tell me what you're thinking of the book! I can always make changes, add on, or create new chapters based your feedback!

Love,

Eminemily.