Since I've been loving you, I'm about to lose my worried mind.
The funny thing about Dallas Winston was that he always came back- the pathetic thing about me was that I would always welcome him with open arms.
His hair was a mess of blonde string, greased up real tuff and combed back, hanging an inch below his ears, resting beside a clenched and prominent jaw. I didn't bother asking him what he had done to get beat up so good, only opened the door wide enough for him to slip through. My daddy was asleep upstairs, resting up for his shift in a few hours down at the railroad placing ties down. I led him to the bathroom, kicking dirty clothes out of the way before moving aside for him to sit on the toilet.
It didn't go unnoticed that his ring was missing. I could only assume Sylvia would be wearing it, whether she was with another hood right now or whether it had something to do with his bloodied face.
Bitterness rose in my chest. How Dallas could want a floozy to wear his ring, when a girl sweet on him for four years stood in front of him, wiping dried blood from his nose just like any other time someone had gotten their hands on him. I was always there, willingly to clean the mess up that someone else had made.
I wanted to shake my head, lecture him or just tell him to get out… To be the one to cause a scene for once, to be given the chance to say what I had bottled up for years. It was the same old routine. I would clean him up, he would leave without a word and I'd be left to cry myself to sleep. I spent hours wondering how long I'd be able to keep him in my life, how long he would survive the town of Tusla…
I wish I had realized a hell of a lot sooner Dallas Winston never had plans of livin' long.