Forever yours

Greaser.

Dallas Winston is my hero. He always saves me from everything, and I don't even know how he knows when I'm in trouble. He scolds me a lot after I get into trouble, but that's okay, he's cute. He sometimes treats me like a child when I'm only two years younger than him.

I'm Meadow. I'm 16 years old.

I live with my abusive boyfriend, Dawn. Well I have my own place, but he comes around every two days. He tries having his way with me, but I won't let him. I don't want to lose my virginity to him.

I'm too scared to leave him. I don't know what he'd do to me if I did.

I was lying in bed, when the front door slammed open. I shut my eyes quickly, hoping he'd think I'm asleep.

He walked into the room, nudging me roughly with his hand.

"Wake up, and make me a sandwitch." He drunkly slurred. I shook my head, my new found confidence just controlling me.

He slapped me.

I held my throbbing cheek, looking up to him. He grabbed my hair, yanking me down. "YOU DO WHAT I SAY WHEN I STAY IT, YOU HEAR? YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING WOMAN!" He yelled super loud it made my right ear almost pop.

He pinned me in the bed, grinning, and grinding his disgusting hips into mine. He rubbed himself over my womanhood. I have never been so violated and scared in my life.

"Don't..." I said, crying out as he slapped me again. He ripped my shirt open and I let out a loud sob.

Someone ran inside the room, pulling Dawn off me. I simply laid down, looking to the person. Dally.

He was sluggin the sense out of Dawn, and I felt proud.

Dawn knocked out cold. Dally looked over to me, his eyes softening. I looked drowsily. He picked my up bridal style, putting a blanket over me.

"Dal.." I muttered, snuggling into his chest. "Thank you.." I whispered into his chest. I put my ear to it, hearing his low rythmic heart beat. He took my outside, walking down the street, probably to the Curtis' house.

He nudged the slightly ajar Curtis' front door with his finger, closing it behind him with his foot.

He climbed up the small set of stairs, laying me down on the bed. He took his jacket and shirt off, laying down beside me.

We turned on our sides to face each other. The window above our heads let the moon shine, illuminating Dallas' face. He looked like an angel. His heart lips slightly ajar, his brown eyes sparkling.

"How'd you know I was bein' attacked?" I said.

His eyes softened as he slowly reached forward, taking one of my black locks and wrapping it around his finger.

"I was walkin' out, past your house until I heard him screaming some nonsense at you. I heard you sob and I knew what he wanted to do."

I nodded, I scooted closer to him, putting my head on his chest. He snakes his arms around my waist, raising my newly- put-on t-shirt a bit and tracing patterns on my lower back.

I sneakily checked him out.

Abs and a v-line. Strong biceps with his veins popping out a bit. I bit my lip.

I knew I wanted Dallas.

"Dallas.." I whispered breathlessly.

"Yeah?" He replied, opening his eyes.

"Help me forget." I said. His eyes widened, he knew what I meant.

"What?.." He whispered.

"Help me forget, please, Dallas. I want you to take me." I yearned for his touch as his fingers pulled away.