It All Started With Dallas.- a Dallas Winston fanfic

Chapter 1

Hi, I'm Savannah Blaze a.k.a the narrator of this story. It all started when I was thirteen and a half, about to turn fourteen.

My family was my mother, my asshole of a "father" and myself. My father and I had a pretty good relationship but my mother and him, not so much.

My dad was a drunk and an abusive husband to my mother. I didn't quite understand it at the time but quickly I began to realize what was actually happening.

One day my parents were fighting, (i was about thirteen and a half when this happened) I kept hearing a lot of swearing going back and forth, banging and screaming in pain. The last words i heard come out of my mother's mouth were "I hope you go to hell you bastard don't ever expect me to step foot back in the fucking house near your drunk ass ever again!" Then i heard the door slam and that was the last I've heard from my mother since, besides one letter. It read....

Dear Savannah,
I know I left with such short notice. Your father and i weren't right for each other and i just didn't feel safe in that house. I know you guys have a great relationship, that's why i left you behind. One day you'll understand why i left your father, well at least i hope you never have to go through what I had to. Love you so much Sav.
Love,
Your Mother

Little did she know I knew exactly what happened. I knew my dad was a drunk and i knew he abused my mother but what was i going to do about it? I knew my dad would never lay a hand on my like that.... as though i thought.

I sort of figured out my father had a thirst for fights, a thirst for beating people just for the heck of it. Then he started beating me. My father abused me from age fourteen to age sixteen.

It came to the point that I've had enough of my father walking all over me and one night he took things too far.

I got home at about 12:15 am one night surprised he was even there. Drunk out of his skull he saw me enter the front door and instantly threw his half full glass bottle at me. Luckily i dodged it but before i knew what was happening i was pinned up against the wall with my father screaming in my face. I could smell the rotting breath of alcohol with every scream.

He started to beat me, throw me, kick me and anything under the sun... he found a way to do it.

I was bruised, cut up and just down right physically and mentally broken. I managed to run to my room knowing his drunk ass wouldn't be able to make it up the flight of stairs. I grabbed a backpack and packed anything important to me. I grabbed every single dollar and coin i could find, some T-shirts along with some leggings, my moms letter and paper and a pen.

I started to hear my dad get closer to my door. I was scared out of my mind. The last resort I had was to jump out the window. I was only on the second floor so i just jumped, i stumbled a little bit but that never stopped me from running strait to the bus stop.