![]() “What are we doing Dallas?” Your tears had run dry and you had collapsed into him, defeated. He would use you and hurt you and push you until you broke but, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to give up on him. But Dallas Winston was incapable of loving. The truth was that you did love him, more passionately than you thought was humanly possible. But most of all you hated Dallas Winston because he couldn’t love you in the way that you loved him. You said nothing but sobbed silently into the front of his shirt.In that moment, you hated him. He quickly grabbed your shoulders turning him towards you and pulling you into his chest. However, the way he saw your shoulders shake as you sobbed into your hands, made him feel a kind of pain worse than any injury he’d sustained in any rumble or fist fight. He’d been hurt before and now his walls were built so high that he didn’t think he’d be able to let anyone in again. He didn’t deal with his own, let alone anyone else’s. He took a step towards you, reaching out a hand but retracting it quickly. “What?” Unbeknownst to you, a look of pain had made it’s way onto Dally’s hardened features. “No! You can’t leave”. Your words came out so softly that Dally almost missed them, however, they pierced straight through his heart like a bullet from a shotgun. “Well, maybe we shouldn’t be together then”. You turned away, not wanting Dally to see you cry over him. You felt tears bubble to the surface of your eyes and you let one fall down your cheek. I can take care of myself! I was fine before you came along and I’d sure as hell be fine without you. “God! You’re so clingy! You know, I never asked for you to do any of that stuff, man. You opened your mouth to say something but Dallas continued before you got the chance to. “That’s what this about?” he was practically fuming. “I’m sorry that you’re so uptight but I’m just trying to have some fun”. You stared each other for a moment, faces hardened into a look of resentment before Dallas huffed and rolled his eyes. I care for you when you get into fights, I bail you out when you get put in jail! I’m loyal and devoted and you repay me by feeling up some random floozy at a party that you dragged me to”. “What’s my problem? What’s your problem Dallas Winston?” you yelled at the man who stood before you. “Need I remind you that you have a girlfriend! I do everything for you. Your blood boiled and you clenched your fists by your side. Your head snapped around suddenly and you sent him a cold glare. His eyes hardened once again and stared stared daggers at you as you made your way down the stairs. What was this man doing to you?Ĭoming to your senses, you yanked your arm away from him. You glanced deeply into his eyes for a moment. ![]() He let out a deep sigh as he looked at you flushed face. You turned, intending to walk down the front stairs but stumbled as you did and Dally reached out an arm to steady you. You felt anger bubble to the surface at his words. “You can’t tell me what to do”. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he growled at you, running a hand through his shaggy, brown hair. “I told you not to get drunk”. He was always angry, whether it be at you or the socs or just the world in general. You could practically feel the rage radiating off him like heat from a forest fire. However, in your drunken state, you managed to crash into a coffee-table, knocking over and shattering several empty beer bottles.īefore you knew it, Dallas was at your side, taking you by the arm and pulling you outside to get some air. You ordered another drink, taking a long gulp before getting up and trying to leave. You had always believed that under the layers of hurt and pain and damage, Dallas was capable of love. That’s one thing you knew for sure but you always refused to believe Dallas was bad. You could see him standing across the room, chatting up some blonde broad who was practically begging for him to have his way with her. If any of you are in a situation like this, please remove yourself and if anyone needs to talk, my DMs are always open. However, this story is for artistic purposes only, I do not condone or encourage toxic relationships. I absolutely love this song and I think it’s perfect to describe Dally in a relationship. (a/n: The fic is inspired by the song With Or Without You by U2. Warnings: Cursing, angst, toxic relationship, borderline abuse?. ![]()
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