Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 16

Austin's POV

Dallas just walked out of the house and we started to walk. It was quiet at first. We've been walking for a good 10 minutes. I don't know what to do. He asked to talk to me, but yet we're here walking in silence. I think I'm just as clueless as he is right now.

"So umm... what'd you want to talk to me about?" I asked trying to break the awkward silence.

"Oh. Well I really am sorry for leaving you. I guess I never did realize how much me leaving, affected you. I would never have left it I knew that you would go through all of that. And from now on I will always be there. If anything happens I need you to tell me." he said. 

"Is the infamous Dallas Winston softening up to me?" I asked in a sarcastic voice with a hand over my heart. Look I know this was serious, but someone needed to lighten the mood. There's no Two-bit here so the job is up to me.

"You know you really do act like Two-butt sometimes. And you tell anyone about this talk and I'll deny everything about it. You'll be on your own again kid." he said. To be honest I didn't know if he was joking or not. I just put my hands up in defense.

"I never said anything 'bout other people. And of course no one would want to ruin your reputation. Right?" I said. He laughed a little. I can tell he has a soft spot for me, even if he doesn't want to admit it. I know he's going to hold on to that reputation for as long as possible. One day he's going to break. One day he's going to realize that everything he believed was wrong. He wasn't always like this. 

"Look kid, if I say anything to you that's not like I used to be, don't take it personal. I've changed a lot since I was 10. Just don't get hurt over nothing. If you get tough, nothing can touch you. If you're like me, you don't get hurt." he said. This was just his rep talking. Dallas does care. He has to. At least something he has to care about.

"So being a Winston consist of not crying, don't care about anything, stay tough, and be like you?" I asked. I don't know what to think about Dallas anymore. 

"Exactly. That's the rules. Don't break them. If you do, you're no longer a Winston. Got it?" he said. I nodded my head up and down. I honestly didn't know what to say. 

"So tell me about you. I mean I you still singing? What do you like to do?" he asked. I used to sing when I was little. Dallas would sing with me too. He's actually really good. 

"Umm not really. I stopped singing about two months after you left. I draw now. And I'm not bad if I go by what everyone tells me." I said. I've always forgotten about music. Dallas and I used to write, sing, play guitar. 

"Drawing, huh. Never thought that would be your thing. You should show me some of your drawings." I didn't know what to say to that. I don't want to just say no, but my drawing are personal and I don't let anyone see them.

"Umm no one has ever seen my drawings. Besides the ones that don't matter." I said.

"Oh ok then, never mind." he said. I didn't mean to be rude.

"I didn't mean that in a rude way it's ju-" he cut me off

"No I get it. Plus being rude is good. You're a Winston remember. We don't apologize for what we do." he said. I have to get used to this.

"Ok then." I said. He pulled out a weed. I haven't smoked in a long time. I always stole them. But when I started dating Jessie he made me promise I would stop stealing. I haven't stolen since. 

"Want one?" he asked gesturing towards the pack in his hand.

"Sure why not. Haven't had one if forever." I said taking one. He lit it for me then gave it to me. I took a long drag. Man did that feel good. Now I realized why I smoked in the first place. Since Imma Winston I guess it's ok to steal. I'm good at that.

"I can't believe how different you look. I mean your hair, the way you dress, the piercings. How many piercings do you have?" He asked. To be honest I don't know. I stopped counting after my ear was all pierced. 

"Let me count real quick... 14. I have 14 piercings." I told him.

"What. No way. There's no way you have 14 piercings." he stated. 

"Um well tongue, belly button, three on this ear, and this whole ear. Got a rod in this ear too." I said. Gesturing to everything as I spoke. 

"You have a tongue piercing? How did I not see that? I mean you talk fine." he said. I stuck out my tongue and showed it to him. He just nodded his head up and down. I took another puff from my cigarette. 

"I would get a tattoo, but I don't know what to get." I told him.

"Do you like have a thing with needles?" he asked me. To be honest I think I do. I was never scared when I was younger to get a shot from the doctor. Actually when they didn't give me a shot I was kind of upset.

"Guess I do. I mean you remember what I was like at the doctors." I told him. He gave a slight smile and let out a chuckle. 

"When did you start smoking?" he asked me.

"Umm 'bout 4 years ago. I haven't smoked since Jessie and I got together. He didn't like it so he made me promise I wouldn't. Used to steal them, but then I stopped stealing. Probably pick that up again while I'm here." I said taking another puff of my cigarette. 

"Do what you want kid. Just nothing legal. But don't be calling me in the middle of the night to come get you from jail. You get there, you're waiting to get out."

"Yeah it wouldn't be new." I mumbled. He must have heard.

"Wait! You've been to jail?" he asked. I wasn't planning on telling him.

"Umm yeah. I have a record. Back up in New York I wasn't the best person." I said. Jessie didn't know. Ashely did because she had to bail me out for a street fight, but she thought that was my first time in the cooler. 

"What did you do that was so bad?" he asked. I knew he was going to ask. 

"Just you know... the normal." I said. I wanted to avoid this question. I wasn't ashamed of the gang fights or the stealing. It was something that will stick with me for forever and I will never get it away. I made the stupid decision.

"Come on. What'd you get arrested for?" he begged.

"Just like shoplifting, gang fights, breaking in stuff like that." I pleaded. He knew I was avoiding something.

"There's something you're not telling me. Come on what was it? What could you have possibly done?" he asked.

"Umm... I-I Ahh. Can we please just not talk about it. I just really don't want to talk about it." I said. 

"Whatever kid. But tell me when you do. Come on lets head back to the Curtis's and get your stuff. It's getting late. Need to show you where you'll be staying. Plus got a party to go to. Get used to it. Buck has them all the time. Hope you don't mind noise." he said.

"Mind if I go? Could be a good way to introduce me to Tulsa." I said.

"I mean if you want to. But just watch out. The guys here will pick up anyone." he said.

"Like I said. I've been arrested for gang fights. I think I can take on a drunk loser." I laughed. He gave a light chuckle. We were almost to the Curtis house.