Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘: 𝐈. 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. ✔️(𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺) 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘎𝘒 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 •𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋! 𝐈 𝐈. 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 '𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥.

Dallas Winston didn't care about much. He started fights and drank till he dropped. Up holding his reputation, he held his head up high and proud. Then Brielle found him one night, and things changed for Dallas. -Competed-

What happens to London when she finds her boyfriend sleeping with someone in the bed that she has to sleep in every night, and has nowhere else to live? Does she leave to go back to her abusive family back in San Antonio, or will she find love with someone else under the same roof?