I hopped into the car and drove to the Curtis house praying dally was there.
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I got to the house and hopped out, turning the car off. I walked in slamming the door seeing the gang with horrified looks on their faces,
I finally found Dallas and turned to him, "dal, it happened again."
His look softened when he realized what I meant. He stood up and ran hugging me. "I-I'm so sorry I wasn't there, logan. Soda we're using your room!"
He led me back towards Soda's room and we sat down on the bed. He just held me, didn't tend my wounds, just held me. He began rocking us back and began singing asleep by the smiths. (i know wrong time period but for the sake of this story pretend the smiths were around in '65)
I was shocked he remembered the song. I looked up at him and he was starting to cry, I cuddled more into his chest just listening to his singing voice and heart beat.
We laid down him playing with my hair, calming me down the only way I could after one of my episodes.
Soon I was slipping in and out of sleep, a horrid dream hitting me, a dream that was really just a memory, one I hated.
im sorry for a super short chapter but im already working on the next one. go check out @saigey112's version of the story, and until next time,
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Winston ~ an outsiders fanfic (complete)
Fanfictionwhen Logan was little her mother died in a house fire started by a cigarette butt, and her older brother dally left a few days after the funeral. This left Logan with her drunk, high, sorry excuse of a father. after being beat for four years she cou...
