Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 3

Austin's POV

When we walked in some of Jessie's friends came up and gave us both beers. I know I'm only 14, but this is a party and it' not like I'm a light weight. Plus this isn't the first time I've drank. This also isn't the first party at Mike's that I've been to.

After a few drinks me and Jessie were on the dance floor having the time of our lives. Our bodies were rubbing up against each other, we were singing along to the music, and shared a few kisses every now and then. We started kissing which soon turned into a heated make out session, so we decided to take it to the hallway.

We were fighting for dominance. I eventually gave up and let him win. He likes playing with my tongue piercing. Eventually I realized that he was holding me up and I was pressed up against the wall. I honestly don't know how I got like that, but I'm not complaining. He started to move down to my neck till he found my sweet spot. I knew by the time we were done I would have at least one hickey. He worked his way back up to my lips and we continued.

After about maybe an hour of making out I pulled away out of breath. It was about 2 in the morning. I didn't realize we were there that long. Oh well. Not like I have to be anywhere. We left the party and he drove me back to Ashley's. We could both deal with alcohol pretty well. And I knew how to act sober if I needed to. We reached Ashley's fine and I asked him to stay the night. Ashley was out with her boyfriend and she left a not saying she was sleeping there. 

I changed in the bathroom, took my makeup off, took a few aspirins for the headache I had, and put my hair in a messy bun. After I got into a comfier state Jessie and I cuddled in bed. This was truly a really fun night to make up for a really crappy previous week. 

"Goodnight, Jessie." I said in a soft voice as I was falling asleep.

"Goodnight, Austin." he said and kissed me on the head. Before I fell asleep I remembered to set the alarm clock for tomorrow morning, so I could get home early while my dad was sleeping. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up to the alarm going off. I didn't even feel like I had been drinking. I've only ever gotten one hangover and it wasn't even that bad. When I turned I saw Jessie still asleep. How can he sleep through my alarm? It's super loud. I don't know anymore. I knew I had to wake him up. I couldn't just leave him at Ashely's house if I'm not even there.  

"Jessie, come on I have to be home this morning. You got to get up." I said while shaking him. All he did was groan. Then I got an idea. 

I got on top of him to where I was straddling his lap. I bent down and started kissing his neck, slowly working my way up to his lips. By the time I got to his lips he was awake and letting out small grunts. I gave him a small peck on the lips and then sat up. 

"Tease." he said with a small smile on his face.

"Get up and maybe I'll finish." I told him with a smile creeping up on my face. 

"Oh you wanna play that game. Well I can play too." and before I knew it he flipped us over to where he was on top. I giggled as he hovered his lips over my neck. Before I could even try to get from underneath him he was kissing my neck. And like he always does, he found my sweet spot. I let out a small moan. He made his way up to my lips. We kissed far a little while longer before I stopped.

''Ok I really do need to be home soon. Come on, get up, and you can walk me home.'' I told while getting out of bed. He let out a small whine and then got up. My stuff was already packed and I quickly changed into a T-shirt and some shorts. I put my hair in a high ponytail, laced up my converse, and grabbed my leather jacket. I left a note for Ashley letting her now where I was.

 Then we were on our way to my house. We held hands the entire time. The walk was short and we had small talk. When we got there he gave me quick kiss on the lips and we parted our ways. 

I climbed back up to my window only to find that it was still open. When I climbed through I saw that my room was trashed, and a lot of things were broken. Good thing I didn't have anything valuable. I cleaned up a little and tried to make the least amount of noise as possible so I wouldn't wake up my dad. After cleaning up as much as possible I decided to go to sleep. I laid down and fell fast asleep.

I woke up to a sharp pain in my side. My dad. He had the baseball bat in his hand again. I did the best I could to sit up, the pain was excruciating. He punched me in the face and I fell back in bed. 

"You think you can just run away like that and just walk back in here like nothing happened!?!? HUH? You think you weren't going to get punished you worthless piece of shit!?!? Guess what, no one wants you in their life!!! You think that someone cares about you!?!? No one is ever going to love you!! Not your brother, not me, none of your friends, your mother didn't even love you!! I might as well kill you right now." he yelled at me. I knew that my mother did love me, but I don't know about Dallas. He would have come back by now for me if he did. 

I felt the water pooling up in my eyes. Don't cry. Don't cry. Winstons don't cry. Suck it up. I kept telling myself. He hit my again with the bat, but this time I had enough time to get out the room and passed him. But before I reached the second step he pushed me. I fell down 2 flights of stairs. When I hit the bottom of the stairs my head hit the wall hard. And before I knew it darkness took over my body once again.