i could feel Dallas shaking with rage. "uh Dal.... are you okay?" i asked nervously. I was about to shit my fucking pants. He gripped my hand so tight he started cracking my bones, his veins were bulging and so were his muscles (hot) , his eyes were about to pop out of his head. he wasn't okay. "sav......." he said in a shakey 'attempting to calm' down voice "go inside." "What Dal, why." He raised his voice "Sav i'm gonna need you to get inside right now". "Dal what's wrong" i tried to comfort him. It only made him even more infuriated. "Sav i'm gonna need you to get the fuck inside right fucking now!" he screamed. I ran inside.
i closed the door behind me and breathed heavily up against the back of the door. Soda ran over to me "Holy shit Sav are you okay?" i am but Dally isn't. His dad, he's just standing across the street. He yelled at me to run outside. Soda i'm really nervous.
"Shit" Soda said combing his fingers through his hair. He sat me down. The rest of the gang was there too. "Hey Johnny you know Dal best why don't you tell her" Soda said. "Ugh i don't know man, i don't want Dal to get mad" Johnny replied. "Tell me what?" i asked nervously. Johnny began talking.....
"So Dally never really had a mother figure for too long. He doesn't remember her at all. He's an only child and basically his dad despised him. Dal was a bad kid. Probably because of all this shit with his dad. He got sent to jail when he was 10 for a couple nights for shoplifting. When he got home his dad kicked him out. He's been living on the streets ever since. He hasn't seen, spoken or even said his fathers name since that time. So as of right not i wouldn't wanna be near Dally he's real dangerous man. When Dal gets dangerous you don't wanna get close. It's scary."
"I never knew it was that bad" i said looking down at my feet. "i always cry about what my dad did to me but he's so much worse i feel so bad" i put my head in my hands and cried. "that's why he's so cold, he doesn't like to talk about his feelings nor does he even feel anything at all. He's lucky to have you Sav. He's lost a lot and the last thing he wants is to lose you too ya feel?" Johnny said. "yea 'i feel'" i said mimicking his voice. Then we watch through the window at what was happening outside.
---Dally's POV---
what. the. fuck. I haven't seen this bastard since i was fucking ten years old and now he shows up. I hope he's ready to fight because i never wanna see him around here ever again."Hey ol' Dal how've ya been" My 'dad' said
"How've i been? REALLY! How the fuck have i been. i haven't seen you since i was ten and you're gonna waltz on over here and ask 'how i've been' WHAT THE FUCK!" i screamed as loud as i could without ripping my vocal chords apart.
"woah woah calm down buddy" he said stumbling..... he was drunk. The usual.
"what the fuck do you want you drunk bastard"
"How's life been i heard you walk around like you're the shit and you control everything. Where's the respect for your old man?"
"respect? hmmmm i don't recall having respect towards a man who kicked out his fucking ten year old son so he could live on the fucking streets!" i shouted at him
"Hey that broad ya got there, ya know the one that ya yelled at before. Ya gonna fuck her and leave her to rot like the rest of the girls you fuck"
i exploded right there. He wasn't about to bring Sav into this. I threw the first punch. Right in the jaw a couple times, then the gut. He tried to fight back but his drunk ass could barely stand. i screamed pointing right into is dead rotting soul, "you don't take Sav into this. i actually care about her unlike you did about mom or me!" he swung at me and got me right in the cheek. Yea you can say it 'hurt' but it almost felt like i had pony punch me which was saying a lot about how my dad punched......
"Really? ya gonna swing at your old man like that? What'd i ever do to you?"
holy. fucking. shit. "WHAT DID YOU EVER DO. Well that's a good question. you did shit. you wanted me to die so bad didn't ya?" i grabbed him by the collar and pinned him with my forearm up against the fence. i was about five inches away from his face screaming " TELL ME THE TRUTH. you wanted me to die didn't ya? that was your whole plan. To leave me on the streets so i die. Well i'm far from dead and you, you're very close to being dead!" I yelled so loud. I didn't care who heard
"Yea that was my plan, i wanted you to die. You and your stupid tough guy stunts were fucking annoying, you, you were fucking annoying" he said
i couldn't handle him near me much longer. i wanted to kill him but i could feel all the eyes on me. I still whipped out my switchblade.
---Sav's POV---
*Dal whips out switchblade*Tears were running down my face. "Is he gonna kill em?" i asked quietly and scared. "I don't know Sav, go sit on the couch. now!" Darry shouted. Johnny sat with me.
"ya can't watch right" i said to Johnny. "no, i love Dal and all but seeing him like this scares me. It makes me think twice about if he's the devil" He was joking about the last part but it felt so true
---Dally's POV---
i was just gonna threaten him with the switchblade. i put it up to his neck and made a small cut that drew quite a bit of blood but wouldn't kill him."I'm not gonna kill ya, i just want you to rot the rest of your life away in misery. Living in a drunk world where no one wants you around. Because that's exactly how you made me feel." I started to feel sad, my own father never wanted me. I don't have feelings and even if to myself i do, to others all you see is a cold stare. That was me right now.
I punched him in the face multiple times. He fought back, got me a couple cuts and bruises. He fought like a seven year old. I pushed him to the floor and kicked him a series of times. It felt good to beat up my father. I hated him so fucking much
"Now go rot in hell you drunk bastard!" i yelled as he stumbled away.
i sat on the curb with my hands on the back of my neck. I was breathing heavy. But thoughts were rushing through my mind of the day he kicked me out and said he didn't want me. When i was ten i thought my dad loved me. until that very day. I felt a tear roll down my face and then another. What the fuck is this. I've never cried since i was ten. And guess what day that was.....
I'm Dallas Winston. I have not feelings and i sure as hell am not crying right now. I just couldn't get the thought out of my mind. He didn't want me, he never wanted me. And i thought he loved me.....
I felt a hand on me. I nearly punched this person in the stomach but i realized it was Sav. I looked away.
---Sav's POV---
"Dallas?" i said calmly, he just looked away. I bent down "Dallas?" i said i put my hand on his face. he tried to light slap it off but i didn't budge. I moved his head to face me and saw that he was crying. holy shit. Dallas Winston was crying. Dallas Winston never cries. Heck! Dallas Winston doesn't have feelings.
I pulled him into a tight, warm hug. i helped him up and all i felt was warm tears dripping on my shoulder.
"Hey Dal, i know you don't talk about your feelings or have any apparently but do you want to go somewhere private. and talk. i will never say a word to the gang about this. You can trust me, i understand." i said hoping for a yes. "he doesn't want me" he whispered in my ear sniffling. "he never wanted me" he whispered. "I don't care if you don't want to talk, we are going to talk about this. It's good to let it go. This doesn't make you any less tough it just makes you more human Dallas." He looked at me and just nodded his head.
We walked to Bucks and to my surprise there was no party and Buck wasn't home. I know he felt just as relived as i did. We went up to my room and just talked. I've never seen Dallas cry and i know no one ever has." and that night Dallas cried, and he cried a lot. So did I.
"This is why i love you Savannah Blaze" he said softly.
"This is why i love you Dallas Winston"
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SUPER SUPER long chapter i know i know. But i had so much fun writing it. So far it's one of my favorite chapters!!
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It All Started With Dallas.- a Dallas Winston fanfic
FanfictionSavannah is a 16 year old girl from New Jersey who ran away from her abusive father to New York City. It all started with Dallas Winston and New York City.