Bloody Knuckles (A Dallas Winston Fan Fiction) *Slow Updates*

"Dallas, please get your shit together." I remind him again ever since he had gotten arrested.

"Can't do much from a jail cell." He argues his handcuffs clinking as he runs his fingers through his bright blonde hair making it louder over the phone. I look at him through the glass wall. "Why do you keep telling me that? You've said that everyday. You don't think I got the damn message Maddie?"
"You wanna know why Dal? Well here you go, I'm pregnant." I say hanging up the phone and sliding out from the chair.
"Maddie!" He yells banging on the glass with his hand. "Madelyn!" He yells again as a broad shouldered guard grabs him. "Hands off!" He shouts. The guard continues pulling him away but Dal kicked trying to talk to me again. I continue to walk wiping tears with the back of my hand that I didn't know were there until they hit my chin.
"You alright ma'am?" The lady at the front desk asks.
"Perfect." I lie wishing I could put a cigarette in between my lips.