I'm Not Running Away ~ A Dallas Winston Love Story

My dearest Storm,

                                 You have no idea how much I miss you and your sister. People tell me I'm a hero for doing this, but I feel like the bad guy. All I ever do is leave my family. But you know your dad, always up for a good fight. Haha. I guess that's why war was the best choice for me. One big fight everyday. But that's enough about me, let's hear about you. How are you doing? Are you and your sister getting along? Has your mother been taking her medication? I trust you, Stormy. Time flew by so fast, I can't believe you're already sixteen years old. But you know that you'll always be my little girl. I'm sorry this letter is so short but Ian and I have training to do. Oh that reminds me, Ian says hi. I guess that's really all for now. Ian and I will come home for a visit in about 2 months. We'll be staying all September. I can't wait to see you! I love you, sweetheart.

                                                                                                                           Love, Your father, Jacob.

I folded the letter back up perfectly with all the original creases my father made. I could feel my brown eyes relax, not staring at the words in my father's perfect handwriting, reading them over and over as my head ponded with excitement and nervousness.

"What did the letter say?" My mom asked as she opened my bedroom door.

I jumped up off my bed and turned towards her. "Mom, you're supposed to knock!"

"Sorry, I forgot......"

I smiled at her and told her it was okay. I have to be careful about what I say to my mom. She struggles with very strong depression and axiety. She's on a lot of medication and she has therapy three days a week. She's been struggeling with self-harm since she was my age and just can't stop. I don't think I've ever seen my mother in short sleeves unless her arms were smothered in make-up. And I know what you're thinking, "Oh my God, a woman in her early 40's self-harms?!" Well yes, she does and she can't help it, so leave her the fuck alone! And that's not all, she's also tried to kill herself more than once. She won't tell me how many times though. I was there for one attempt. I was only nine years old, it really opened my eyes to a lot. I found her dangeling in the closet by a rope. If I hadn't been there sooner, she would've died for sure.

"Is it okay if I walk down to the lake with Dally?" I asked.

"Sure, just don't stay out too long. You know I don't like you out at night. You can't trust anyone these days."

That's another thing about my mom, she was molested when she little by her uncle. The funny thing is, my past secretly isn't too different.

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"Isn't the water beautiful?" I asked as I leaned my head against my boyfriends neck. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple.

"if you find disgusting, dirty water beautiful, then yes." He replied sarcastically.

"You're such a dick, Dally." I laughed.

"Yeah but I'm your dick."

I faced him and our lips meant........ and meant......... and meant............ for awhile.

"Let's go to Buck's........" Dally smiled.

"I can't, I told my mom I wouldn't be out late."

"So? It doesn't take us that long, Storm."

"No." I said and kissed him on the cheek.

"Tommorrow?"

"Tommorrow." I agreed.

A/N: So what do you think? The storyline will obviously get better as the story progresses. The picture that I added is what Stormy looks like. Oh and the cover might make more sense in the future because of one chapter I'm really excited to write! But it's kinda far into the future, so that doesn't matter. Anywho, thanks for reading! Bye!