Colder, Tougher, Meaner (Dallas Winston x Reader)

• Chapter 1 •

"Y/n." I felt nudging on my shoulder " Y/n!! Wake up you little shit!" Now the nudging became harder. More like a shake. I flutter my eyes open to see my deadbeat of a father leaning over me in the car. "Get your lazy ass up! We're here." He glared at me. We had just moved here from (hometown) to Tulsa, Oklahoma. 'Everything is so quiet here! How am I gonna get used to this!?'
Me and my dad- well step dad- moved here after my mom died. She was the only thing protecting me from him.
Suddenly I felt rapid knocking on my forehead, as if it were a door that needed to be opened. "HellOOO! Hello hello! Earth to Y/n!"
"Ow! Stop that! I'm getting out!" I said angrily.
"What was that?!" He yelled, quickly raising is hand to slap me. I flinched as he did so, and started to shake
"N-nothing s-sir."
"That's what I thought." He said lowering his palm back to his side. "Get your shit and get inside." He said as he walked away.
My stepdad has always been this way to me ever since he married my mom. But, about a week ago, my mom was coming home from the grocery store. When she was going downhill, she reached for her brakes, to soon realize they were cut... let's just say, she didn't make it home that night. She was the only thing that kept me safe from my dad. Now, my life has been a living hell.
I got out of the car and grabbed my suitcase from the trunk. 'At least he let me keep my clothes'
Ever now and then, when ever stepdad hit me, or if I was depressed, I would feed my bad habit of giving my self..... battle scars. I haven't done any recently, so all you can see were faint light lines on my arms. I pulled my luggage up to the front porch, carrying it over all three small steps, taking my new home.
It was your typical home: a two story house painted white with a pool in the back yard. It was a warm summer day with not a cloud in the sky. We lived in the East side of Tulsa, which, based on my look around, was the poorer side. It didn't really bother me, because I was used to the middle class lifestyle. I stepped through the screen door as I entered the house. It wasn't much, a medium kitchen and medium living room downstairs with a tile and carpet floor. I carry my suitcase upstairs, inspecting the hall as I do so. White carpet and a short hallway with 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, all of which matching the downstairs' style.
I walk to the last bedroom, and claim it as mine.

• Time Skip • 6:45 pm
After I finished unpacking and fixing up my room, I scanned it, making sure I had everything set. I had various band posters and pieces of art I made plastered on the wall, my dresser had various things on it, little trinkets and such, and my mom's music box. Yep! Everything was set! I walked out of my room and downstairs to find my stepdad.
No sign of him.
I went back upstairs to see if he was busy, and to my joy, I could hear faint snoring coming from the master bedroom. I quietly tip-toed to my room to grab my switch blade. And yes, I do have a switch blade. It had a (f/c) handle with vines carved into it. I flicked it open to inspect it, shining it while I'm at it.
I turned around to inspect myself in my full body mirror. I had (h/l), (h/c) hair pulled into a light ponytail. I was wearing black, skinny overalls with a red and white striped t-shirt underneath with some old converse.

I put the blade in my pocket and tightened my ponytail before heading downstairs and out of the door.
I decided to explore the area around my house, leisurely walking with my hands in my pockets. Eventually I found a park about 2 blocks from my house and decided to hang out there. 'I should grab my sketchbook!'  I thought to myself before sprinting home.

• Time Skip •

After panting from running to and fro my house, sketchbook in hand, I finally sat down on a bench and began to draw the scene around me. Suddenly, heard a twig snap. I looked up, feeling uneasy, to see a man and a few of his buddies, looking about 19 or so,stagger towards me.
"Hey doll! You knew here?~"