This Might Hurt A Little-A Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Staring At The Sun

Suddenly it felt like there was ticking time bomb in the house. I didn't have all the time in the world to make you love me again; I had only a few short months. -Natasha Anders

Johnny and I walked around my neighborhood for nearly an hour in complete silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just a natural thing that happened when you hung out with him. Dallas was supposed to meet us nearly an hour ago but, he didn't ever show up. That's when Johnny and I had the bright idea to go looking for him.

"You sure he won't mind? Dal doesn't really like other people snooping in his business. " Johnny asked as he lit up a cigarette.

Johnny was always worrying about what Dallas thought of him. A couple years ago Dallas took Johnny under his wing, though I wasn't sure why. They couldn't be more different. 

"If he minds, we'll take off." I replied.

I, on the other hand, was not worried in the slightest about Dallas's thoughts about me. At least, at that time.

"Might as well start looking for him at Buck's then." Johnny shrugged.

Lucky for us, Bucks house was only a couple blocks away from where we already were. As soon as showed up, I doubted Dallas was there. He usually only hung around if a party was going on and Buck's just looked abandoned.

"Hey trespassers!" Buck called from the front step, where he sat taking drinks out of a bottle.

"You seen Dally?" Johnny asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Just missed him. Was here about 20 minutes ago."

"You know where he went?"

Buck let out a laugh, "His house. God help his dad, that's all I'm saying."

Johnny and I both turned to look at each other with a wide eyed expression on our faces. Dallas and his father had a strange relationship mainly because, there wasn't one. Dallas hadn't been home since he was 13 after his dad basically told him he was a waste of space. That soiled that relationship. It was one of the big reasons Dallas was the way he was. 

"Where's he live?" I asked, desperation in my tone this time.

"On North Avenue. It's the one with the broken front window." Buck said.

"Thanks."

"You sure you don't want to stay? I've got more!" Buck said, pointing to his bottle.

"I'm good." I replied dryly, then took off walking with Johnny.

We were nearly running by the time we got to Dallas's house. We could hear the screaming from nearly a block away.

"Come on." I huffed to Johnny, as we reached the house that Buck described. Sure enough, the front window was completely shattered and laying in pieces across the yard. 

"You think I asked for this?" A scream came from inside the house that I instantly recognized as Dallas's.

I didn't have to tell Johnny that I was going in because, he was already ahead of me. When we shoved open the red door, Dallas was pacing back in forth in the living room, looking like a caged tiger at the zoo. His father, was sitting calmly, in a worn leather chair. 

"You've been a real shitty father to me, and you know that!"  Dallas pointed his finger at his dad.

If he saw us then, he didn't act like it. 

"You're acting like you were the worlds greatest son" His father replied back.

His dad had harsh features, just like Dallas but he had graying hair and a peppered bear that surrounded his face. His face was etched with permanent stress wrinkles that had clearly warped themselves there from having a child like Dallas. 

"What do you think caused that? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that my father would come home so drunk that he wouldn't remember my name!"

Things were going to get ugly, Johnny knew it and I knew it. We had to do something.

"Dallas?" I asked nervously.

He snapped his head in my direction, "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"We had plans."  I said dumbly, not having any real plan on how to get him out of this situation.

He narrowed his eyes at us, "Just get out of here. Just go."

"Come with us." 

If it would have been just Johnny there, he would have ran out of that house with his tail between his legs but, I wasn't giving in that easily.

"You think I'm going to come with you?" Dallas shouted, looking at his father then at me.

"You don't want to do this. This isn't going to help anything." I said gently, walking closer towards him.

I grabbed his hand and yanked him harder than I'd ever done before and soon enough Johnny was pushing him out the door too. But, we didn't get out fast enough to miss his father shouting, "And don't come back!" at the back of our heads.

"Get off me." Dallas growled when we got out of his yard, "You have some nerve showing up here."

"Don't even act like you had control back there. You would have killed him." I snapped back.

"I don't need you coming into my life and telling me how to live, you hear? I don't need you and I sure as hell don't need my dad." 

He dropped his eyes and I knew what was coming.

"Hey Johnny, I think I left my jacket in the front yard. Can you go check?" I asked.

Johnny widened his eyes at me, confused, "You didn't have a jac-"

"Just go look." I said through my teeth and he gave me a nod.

"You okay?" I asked Dallas, with Johnny out of sight now.

Dallas looked at me with the saddest expression of anyone I had ever seen, "Why doesn't he want me?"