Leather Jackets And Cigarettes

"Why, why are you here. God, I can't handle you right now." I said choking back tears.

"What the fuck does that mean! I know you love me, Andy."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close, I pulled away from his grasp.

"Don't you touch me dally."

"You never cared, huh? What, you think I wanted an easy score? You wanna know the worst pain, hearing I love you, and knowing it is a lie."

I try holding back my tears, my voice breaking, "please, stay away from me."

"I'm never gonna leave," he growls

Tears fell like rain, from my eyes.

Am I not enough for him

His face angry, like usual, but it had sadness lingering in his expression.

He sees a tear fall down my cheek and reached his hand on the side of my face.

His hand lightly placed on my cheek, wiping my tears. His eyes on mine, looking for some kind of life.

I had none.

He killed it.

I softly put his hand down, and shake my head.
"I know where your hands have been dally, I'm sorry I can't. I can't be here, knowing your lips, your eyes were on her."

"That's it then? You're gonna just fucking leave."

That left a pain in my chest.

I didn't answer, the silence so loud as a train horn.

"Answer me!" He yelled making me shake.

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Dallas Winston. He's a thief, a liar, a cheater, and the most cold-hearted person you can ever meet. He has a reputation around here in Tulsa, Oklahoma and even down at the police station. Some of the cops are even scared of him. He built his way to the top of the rank, where he was untouchable. Dallas Winston just wanted to be loved by someone, seeing his horrible childhood, he bottled it all inside. Knowing that one day, all of his compressed emotions, would explode out of him with one single trigger. Maybe that's why Dallas Winston never felt anything after that. He never felt the true meaning of life or even love.