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

Chapter 4

I was only two years old the first time Ian ever......... hurt me. I don't remember much from the first few years, but I know that the abuse didn't stop until I was twelve. That was when I started maturing. Ian liked young girls......... very young girls.

The only things I remember for the first 2 or 3 years of the abuse is how bad it hurt and how scared I was of telling on Ian. In every single nightmare, his words whispered to me like the devil was sent to drive me crazy.

"If you tell anyone, mommy and daddy won't love you anymore."

But I think the worst part was that for awhile I fell for Ian's act. He would come in everynight he was home for a visit and lay down in my bed. He would smile this handsome, boy-scout smile and then he would tell me he loved me. I would even say it back most of the time. Then he would tell me I was his wife and he was my husband and that we had to practice for when I grew up and had a baby. And then he would hurt me....... and hurt me........ and hurt me. Over and over again.

I was six when I realized my feelings for Ian. I still remember the way I felt for him. I know that I had really fallen in love with him. But I also know that those feelings are long gone.

After I fell in love with him, I began kissing back when he kissed me and after he would rape me, we would just lay there and hold hands. Part of me still hated him, but I pushed it back so I would be happy. Plus, I used to think my parents didn't love me. I had a little brother named Dalton. He was the cutest little thing ever. But he was struggeling with cancer his whole life and he ended up dying when he was six. I was ten when he died. Don't get me wrong, I was devestated when he passed, but I honestly thought my parents had always loved him more because of his dissabilities. Ian made me feel loved for once.

But even after Dalton's death, which I'll talk more about later in the story, I was still in love with Ian. I considered him my boyfriend. I even remember the first night he came home when I was twelve. I sat in my bed and waited all night for him, but he never came. I was so heartbroken that I stayed in bed for weeks and just cried. I felt so......... rejected.

No one even cared that I was upset, no one even asked me what was wrong. So I decided to make myself feel better. That was when the alchahol, drug, and ciggeratte abuse started. I would leave the house in the middle of the night, smoke weed, pop pills, get drunk, and sleep with a guy I met in th bar that was at least twice my age. This stretched on until I was 14. That was the year I met my savoir. You may know him, his name's Dallas Winston.

I was high and drunk like always. It was around 3 a.m. and I was roaming around Buck's looking for a guy to sleep with. That's when Dally, age 15, grabbed me by my wrists, which were all cut up and raw from the night earlier when I had tried cutting myself. I didn't really like it though, so I never did it again.

"What's your name?" He asked me. His eyes were full of rage and his breathe was alchahol and drug free.

"Storm, and yours?" I said, trying to flirt.

"Okay well Strom, you're a fuckin' slut. I see you run around here, struttin your little ass like you own the place. Well guess what, you're nothing but trash. I think you're real pretty and I don't suppose you ever realized cuz you're too busy getting high, but I've gone to school with you since I got here. And guess what, I wanted to sober up a little bit to try to get ta know you more, but not anymore."

And then he just walked away. His words might seem cruel to you, but they were the kindest thing that anyone had ever said to me. I finally knew that some one cared about me, even if it was some kid that I didn't even know existed.

On normal nights I would wait until my parents were asleep, then I would get into a short pencil skirt, high heels, and a belly button shirt. Then I would put at least three layers of make-up on and pop pills and drink some Jack Daniels before I went to the bar and flirted with all the men I could get.

But the night after Dally told me off I put on a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, black converse, and even a little black bow in my hair. I didn't put any make-up on, I just went straight down to Bucks, completely sober. The usual men tried to hit on me, but I just ignored them and pushed through the crowd until I found Dally.

"You look different." He told me, taking a sip of his beer.

"That's kind of what I was going for........." I responded.

"Well if it matters, I like this Storm a lot more than I like the usual Storm."

I smiled and tucked my dark brown hair behind my ear. "Me too........."

I'll always be known as a slut in this town because of those years, but what matters is that Dally saved me. We've been together ever since and he helped me with my addictions. And although he'll never tell anyone else, he fell in love with me the first time he ever laid eyes on me.

I never told him about Ian, I've never told anyone about Ian. But yes, in a way, Ian was the reason I met Dallas.

A/N: This has gotta be my most poorly written chapter ever, but oh well. At least I got out the information. I promise I'll do better in future chapters and I will explain more about Mandy. I kind of ignored her on purpose during this chapter though because she's not really important until later in the story. Lemme know what you think!