No Don't Leave - YouNow Groupchat FanFiction [complete]

Ch 22 | Dallas' Real Family

  After she left the group chat and her number was disabled she cried. Dallas was questioning her new life. She literally had no time to weep on her now dead mother. Things happen face it she told herself. She looked outside and saw the Uber. She ran down stairs and looked around but stopped before turning and grabbing a picture of all her friends with her at tour and one picture of her and her mom. She then walked out the front door for the last time "ever". 

Dallas was scared of her father. Why you ask? He was abusive. He was ignorant, selfish, malicious. More than that Dallas wasn't meant to be born. Her mother was raped.

🛑A/N the following 2 chapters contain graphic text and imagery. And may consume words that may not suit all audiences. These words may include rape sex sex -toys (in detail) kinks knives blood abuse kidnap slave etc. Do not report if you feel uncomfortable because I have told this.
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_time skip (did you read the warning?)_

  Dallas sighed as she knew she was about to seal her fate when she knocked on that door. Ultimately, she lost hope. So she knocked. Carefully. Knocked.

She heard booming footsteps, and creaking floors. Then the rusty twist of the door knob. But when the door opened, it revealed nothing but a boy. Around 19, Dallas guessed. "Your father is out currently. But I'm here." He winked. Dallas nodded slowly. "Follow." He demanded. "Put your bags here." We walked in a plain red room with a black mattress on the floor and a closet. And a small window on the back of the wall.

   Dallas nodded and dropped her bags next to the bed. "My name is Lucas, I work with your father, for you. But DON'T you think for a SECOND that I AM YOUR SERVANT. You call me daddy." He empathized each word differently. "O-okay Daddy." Dallas knew the deal with this stuff. Her mother trained her. Dallas knew this place like the back of her hand even though the last time she been here was during her time in her mothers room. Currently they were in Florida. So the nearest person she knew was Mario Selman. He was having a meet and greet in 2 days, which was when Dallas planned to escape.

  Dallas was snapped out of her thoughts when her Daddy tugged on her hand to show her around.

  Across the hall was a bathroom then two bedrooms one labeled Lucas the other Trevor. Trevor was her father so when her eyes met that name she shivered. Next to Dallas' bedroom where the stairway down and on the opposite side, which was the left, was a balcony viewing the living room and front door. Dallas was dragged down the creaky stairs which seemed like if she jumped on each stair, she would fall through. The living room couches were soft and cheap. There was spots of blood and ooze all over. The tv however was a flatscreen yet it was cracked, so I guess they got a deal for that. The rug was all pulled and fluffy and disgusting there were condom wrappers inside the fluffy rug and there was gum and other garbage too. Dallas gagged quietly. Next there was the door in the middle, it was base, plain, beaten up and rusty. On the other side there was a small wooden table with four chairs and an empty take out box in the middle along with smashed beer bottles around it.

Dallas couldn't bare to see anymore, "Lucas? I'm tired." Lucas rolled his eyes. "Whatever slut, go to bed." Lucas punched and kicked Dallas.

She scurried off to her bedroom and picked her emergency phone up. She hug in her closet and dialed the police. "911 how may I help you?" The operator answered. "Hi my name is Dallas Oakley and I'm stuck in my abusive's fathers house. There's sexual objects and they rape people. It's very unsafe and if they find me right now in the closet I'm going to get punished and hurt help me please." Dallas rambled. "Okay Miss Oakley stay calm and on the line, do you know your location?" "I can't say I do, please hurry." "Okay Dallas were going to track your number and we're sending our cops and ambulances now. Would you like me to stay on the line?" "No thank you, thank you so much." Dallas sobbed. "No problem goodbye." "Bye.." Dallas whispered and ran to her "bed".