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I'm Not Nice~ Dallas Winston

Warning- abuse/death, alcohol abuse. You do not have to read this if it makes you uncomfortable.

Starts in 3rd POV, switches to first.

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"Ho... how do you not kno-ow," your stepdad slurred, coming closer with a drunken stagger. You cower away, waiting for him to deliver the verbal blow. "How... how do you not fucking know how to...." he lost his trail of thought, slumping over the counter half asleep as you sit in anxious anticipation.

You begin to get up to go to your room, hoping he wouldn't wake up, but as you stand from the couch, he snorts awake. Damn.

"Did I say you could leave you worthless piece of – hey, get back here!" He begins chasing you through the house, tackling you in the kitchen and putting you in a chokehold. "Fucking mistake," he spat, tightening his grip.

You struggled to breathe, trying desperately to find a way out of this. Finally, you get your mouth to his arm, and praying he doesn't have diseases, you bite him. "Son of a bitch!" He shouts, pulling his arms away which allows you to make your escape. You know you won't have time to get to the door, you grab a pan from the cabinet. You hear his footsteps behind you and turn with the pan held high, cringing when the metal connects with his skull and he falls unconscious. He was still breathing and he would definitely be out for a while, but you were gonna run now.

You run down to the Curtis' house, knowing that someone would be there. You were sobbing and shaking by the time you got there, panicking as you looked over your shoulder. You seen a figure, so you tried opening the door, but it was locked even though the lights were on.

First person POV

I banged on the door, hearing leaves crunching. "Soda, Darry, someone open up, its Y/N!" I shout, sobbing even harder as the figure moved closer. Just when I thought the figure was gonna get me, the door opened and I ran into Soda's arms. "Hey, easy, it's ok, Y/N," Soda says, pulling me into a hug and moving into the house.

He put me on the couch next to Two-Bit and turns when the figure appears in the doorway. "Dallas! What the hell you doin here man!" He shouts happily, going over and shaking his hand, laughing and smiling.

"Hey, who's the chick?" Dallas asks, nodding at me and making eye contact. I simply hid my face and continued to cry. "That's Y/N, that's my best friend. She's not having a good night, Dal, so just... keep it cool, ok?"

I hear a response, but I feel a shift on the other side of me and an arm come around my shoulders. I look to my right and see Dallas and jump from the surprise. "Oh... h-hey," I stutter, looking away from his eyes and wipe my own. Two rubs my back sympathetically, knowing all about the stepdad issue cause he's my brother. "Do I need to go kick his ass?" He asks gently, getting a weird look from Soda and Dallas.

"N-no..." I mutter, whispering, "I knocked him out with a frying pan." All eyes widened, especially my brother's. "My God..." Soda whispers, coming and kneeling in front of me. "Who?"

I look at Two and sigh. "Our stepdad." His eyes widened again, as did Dallas'. "I'm sure you did it within reason,"Soda reassured me, looking between Two and Dallas. "So, your name is Y/N, right?" Dallas asks and I nod, saying, "Yeah. And you're Dallas?" He laughs, "Yeah, but you can call me Dally. Are you ok?"

"No," I mutter, and my brother and Soda begged for me to explain. When I was done, I started crying again and Dally pulled me closer, and I hid my face in his chest as he brought his other arm around me.

"Why are you so nice?" I ask, my voice muffled by his leather jacket. "I'm never nice," he mutters, but I think it's just to make him feel badass rather than emotional. Two-Bit reached over and put his hand on my head, ruffling my hair a bit as our signal that it'll all be okay.

I moved away from Dally just a little, looking to Darry. "Can I stay here tonight? I can sleep on the couch or something I don't care I just don't want to go home." Darry nodded, coming over and kneeling in front of me next to Soda. "Of course, Y/N, you know that. You don't have to sleep on the couch, I'm sure we can find somewhere for you to sleep," he says, patting my shoulder awkwardly.

"Thanks," I reply, sighing as Dally pulled me closer. Two narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Dallas but didn't say anything. Soda sat on the other side of me, calming me down as someone rubbed circles on my back.

I felt my eyes getting heavier, but I didn't want to fall asleep with them still awake. "Hey Y/N," Two says quietly, standing. "I'm gonna head on home and deal with the idiot. You gonna be okay here without me?"

I nodded sleepily, "I'll be fine. I have the gang watching out for me. Thanks anyway K." He smiled softly at the nickname and ruffled my hair gently. "I'll bring you some clothes in the morning, okay?" I nodded, thanking him again. "Alright, well, sleep well. Love ya sis," he says, hugging me quickly. "Love you too Two," I mumbled and fell back against Dally.

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The next time I opened my eyes, I was covered up on the couch with my head in someone's lap with the TV playing quietly in the dark room. I looked up and seen I was laying on Dally, who was awake.

He looked down and smiled gently. "Hey," he whispered, studying my face carefully. "Hey," I replied, a corner of my mouth lifting in a smile. It was quiet for a while until Dally shifted. "You can lay your head on my chest if you want," he told me, smirking as he added, "I don't bite."

I laughed and said, "Well, I know that. But what happened to 'I'm never nice'?"

"Psh, I tell you what; I'll make an exception just for you," he whispered, smirking a little. "Alright," I finally agreed, moving up closer and snuggling closer to him.

He put his arms around me and we watched the TV until we fell asleep again.

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"Hey Dar, check this out!"

"Leave them be, Soda."

"They're so cute though!"

"Shut up would ya she's still asleep!"

"Dallas?" I questioned, opening my eyes slowly. "Yeah it's me. It's actually me, Soda, Darry, and Pony." I chuckled quietly, closing my eyes again.

"Where's Two?" I mumbled, noting how quiet the house is. "He'll be here soon," Dally replied, adding, "You can go back to sleep, none of us will mind."

I nodded, "Thanks Dally."

"No problem."

And that was the note that I went out on as I fell back asleep again in his arms.

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😖 I'm aware that Dallas' character probably isn't that sweet
😴 I wrote in sleep because I'm tired as I'm finishing this
🤧 I'm so happy with how this one turned out
✌🏻 {channels inner Dolan Twins} PEACE!