the outsiders imagines

ruin - dallas

pairing: dallas x reader

warnings: none

summary: he ruined her with his actions. he didn't mean to.

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She looked so different from the last time he saw her. Her black dress hugged her body, the hem of it straddling the line between modest and slutty. Her heels - he'd never seen her wear a pair of shoes with a five inch heel before - were bright red, almost fluorescent in the darkness of the night. Her arms were visibly skinnier than they were six months ago, and they wrapped around her torso to protect her from the cold. She was just the ghost of the woman that Dallas used to know.

"Hey," he spoke softly. She whipped around to look at him, immediately recognizing his voice. Y/N's jaw dropped, and she froze for a few moments. Then, she brought a hand up to her face to wipe her tears away, to put on a brave face that Dallas knew was hiding her brokenness.

"What do you want, Winston," she snarled, turning away from him. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder to pull her closer, but Y/N pushed it off. "Leave me alone."

"Why are you doing this?" he whispered, shaking his head. He looked at her bare shoulders and resisted the urge to take his jacket off and cover her with it. "It's the middle of January, for Christ's sake."

"Don't pretend like you care, when you never did." Her heels clacked against the pavement as she tried to walk away, but Dallas only trailed her.

"Listen to me," he said. "I know what I did was wrong. But I had no choice, okay?"

Y/N stopped and whirled around like a hurricane. "No choice? That's a fucking joke. Don't you dare tell me you didn't have a choice in whether or not to kick me out. You made the decision, Winston. You told me to leave."

"What else could I have done?" Dallas sighed, trying to stop his chin from trembling. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I had to. I was dangerous. I could have hurt you."

"And it was my choice to make to stay or leave," Y/N retorted immediately. "I wanted to stay, because I loved you. Because I love you. I didn't care whether you were dangerous or not, okay? I wanted to stay and help you because that's what love is. Not that you would know."

"Stop. I loved you...love you too. That's why I told you to get out, because I knew that was the only way you'd leave me. I didn't deserve you, alright? I didn't know that it would lead to...."

"What, selling my body to keep myself off the streets?" Y/N shut her eyes tightly, refusing to look at Dallas. "You need to wake the fuck up, Winston. This is reality. This is what happens when you kick a seventeen year old girl with no parents out of your place. You loved me? That's a joke. You don't do that to someone you love."

Y/N rushed away, ignoring Dallas' calls to come back. He watched as she disappeared into the night, leaving him hopeless. He shoved his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, refusing to cry, to show weakness. He clutched at the St. Christopher in his pocket, trying not to remember a time when Y/N wore it religiously. Jaw clenched, he forced himself to accept that he had ruined this, that he had destroyed yet another relationship in his life.

"Just like I ruin everything," he whispered to himself.