Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

Austin's POV

My name is Austin Winston. I have really long red hair, and one time my friend and I were experimenting with it and dyed the ends teal, I've kept it like that ever since. I have these cold icy blue eyes, and pale skin. My whole ear is pierced, with a rod too. I also have  my belly button and a tongue piercing as well. I want a tattoo but I've never been able to decide what I would get. Eventually I'll decide. I have a small skinny face, with sharp cheek bones. I'm pretty tough for a girl my age and my size. No one really messes with me, and when they do, it's not pretty.

 My mom died a long time ago, never really knew her. I live in New York with my dad, I hate him. He's a no good, abusive, drunk, druggy that doesn't give a shit about me. I always have to worry when I come home. He is either going to be drunk and passed out, drunk and need his punching bag (me), or is somewhere getting drunk. I've learned how to hide my scars, bruises, and cuts from my boyfriend, Jessie. If he found out he would kill my father, and for how much I do hate him, I don't need my boyfriend getting caught up in a murder wrap. 

My brother, Dallas, left when I was 7, he was 10. I'm now 14. He sent me a letter once he got to Tulsa to let me know he was safe, I tried to send him one back but that didn't go so well with my father. He never sent one back, so I figured he thought that I didn't care. But I did. I love my brother. I remember all of the fun things we used to go together. I really do miss him. 

"AUSTIN!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!" I heard my father shout from downstairs. Oh great, he's home earlier than usual. I try to avoid my dad as much as possible. I was currently sleeping. He usually doesn't come home till 2:00-3:00 in the morning, so I like to get home take a long nap and set an alarm on my alarm clock for 1:55. It gives me an extra few minutes to mentally and physically prepare for what's going to happen. 

I walked downstairs. It was currently 12:53. When I got downstairs he had a half drunk beer bottle in his left hand, and a baseball bat in the other. Oh that's just great. 

"I thought I told you to clean the house!?!? God damnit you stupid brat, why can't you just do the simplest chores a person could give their child?!?!" he slurred at me. His grip tightened on the bat to where his knuckles were white. I'm in for a rough night. As I slowly backed back to the stairs he just got closer and closer. 

"HEY!! When I'm talking to you, you're going to answer!!" he yelled at me. 

"I don't need to answer to you. You good for nothing, drun-" I was cut off by the stinging pain of him slapping me. He then punched me in the face a few times.Before he could hit me again I shoved him into a wall and ran upstairs. Since he was drunk and kind of swaying it wasn't that hard for him to fall over. Once I got upstairs I locked the door and put as many things in front of it as possible. 

Once I figured I had enough things to block it long enough I started stuffing my bag with as many things as possible. Clothes, money, random snacks I have, notebooks for no reason, and my school bag. I'm getting out of this place for now. I'll spend the night at Ashley's. Her parents won't care. 

I hoped out the window once I had everything. We live in an apartment, so I have a lot of jumping, climbing, and walking down fire escapes. By the time my feet hit the ground I could here my father yelling for me. And it sounds like my room is not going to be the way I left it. The walk to Ashley's house was not long at all. 

When I got there I knocked on her window. I knew she would be up since it's Friday night. She opened the window for me. Her and her parents are the only ones who know about how he beats me. They've always welcomed me with open arms and smiles on their faces. 

"Hey. Need a place to stay again?" Ashley asked me. I just nodded my head. She started to pull out the trundle form under her bed. This is a really normal thing for us. 

"Come with me." she told me. I followed her into the bathroom only to look in the mirror and find a big gash on my cheek and a purple bruise already starting to form. She took out the first aid kit and cleaned up my cut. When she put the alcohol on it I didn't wince once. I'm use to this by now. 

By the time she was done I was basically falling asleep on her. She kept having to push me back up from leaning in her face. After I went straight to the bed on the ground and darkness took over my body.