The Outsiders Imagines And Stuff

Dallas Winston: Switchblade

⚠️ This story mentions sensitive topics. Such as: Cutting, and suicidal thoughts, and actions, and physical abuse. Please read at your own risk.⚠️

I sat on the edge of my bed with that awful sick feeling in my stomach. You know that one feeling you get, when you just feel like giving up?
I wanted Dally, I wanted him so bad. But hell, Dallas could never love me. Dally could never love anyone.
Maybe Johnny, but certainly not someone like me.

I finished putting my hair up into a ponytail, and slipped on one of my oversized hoodies.
I wore them a lot lately to hide my scarred up arms. I didn't want anyone to find out, I didn't want anyone to care.

Silently I walked down the stairs, trying not to wake my sober mom.
I bit my lip when I saw her laying on the couch, her messy hair, and bony body, covered in tattoos.
I prayed every day that I wouldn't end up like her.

I spotted my black and white Converse by the front door and rushed over to get them on.
I gasped loudly as someone violently grabbed my arm and yanked me around to face them.
"Where the fuck are you going?" My dad growled, and dug his nails harder into my tender arm.
He smelled strongly of beer and liquor, I thought I'd suffocate before he could actually do anything to me.

I winced in pain, and tried to get out of his strong grip.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled loudly, making me squint my eyes shut and try to cover my ears.

"N-no where sir.." I hesitated quietly.
"Bullshit!" He lashed me across the face with something hard.
I bit my tongue, and tried not to cry as I felt the blood slowly run down my cheek.
"I- I was-" I began, but was interrupted with another hard hit on the opposite side of my face.
"Don't hesitate when you're talking to me bitch!"
(Lmao, I've been watching too many vines.. I won't hesitate bitch.)

"I was going to go on a walk sir." I exhaled sharply and sniffled a couple of times.
"You were going to see that boy, what's his name? Dallas?" My dad yanked me up onto my feet.
"No," I said, my voice getting a little louder.
"Stop giving me bullshit!" He shoved me into a small table beside the couch which caused a vase to fall and shatter onto the ground next to me.

"You know what? I don't give any fucks anymore, just leave." He pulled out a handgun and aimed it towards me.
"FUCKING LEAVE YOU WHORE!" He yelled and chased me out the front door.
I tripped onto the front lawn, and looked back horrified and shocked.
"Don't come back!" He spat and slammed the door as loud as he could.

I stumbled down the sidewalk and leaned myself up against a fence.
I looked down at the pavement and watched the blood dripping from my face pool in the cracks.
The pounding in my head became worse and I found myself starting to lose my balance.
I sat down for a minute to help with the dizziness. I looked at the setting sun in the distance, a blurry, half orange, circle.

What a bitch

I thought as I started to come back to reality.
Softly, I touched my swollen cheekbone and continued to feel what other surprises he had left on my face.
My hands explored the left side of my head, where I felt a throbbing gash start at my temple, and go all the way down to my cheekbone. I tried hard not to make it bleed again but failed when I brushed some hair out of my face.

I sighed as I stood myself up again, and studied my surroundings.
The sun had fully set in the East, and everything became more eerie.
I hated the nighttime in Tulsa, but I hated being alone more.
I walked as silently and as quickly as I could to Bucks place.