Hey, thanks for reading first off, :D well thanks for clicking on this! I'm not so sure I got Dallas down in this. So yeah well we don't know what he was like when he was younger! So yup yup here it is! I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS! IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE WRITING FANFICTION
~The 17 Years of Dallas Winston's Life~
Year 1
Dallas Winston was born just like most other potential greasers in New York did, born in a hospital, free clinic if you will, with a mother, and a (drunken) father. He had a few old baby toys that just weren't cutting it anymore and an apartment made for one person to live in. Dallas' lively, big, blue baby eyes watched with curiosity as his momma and daddy had yet another fight.
"Well if you didn't want him then why didn't we get an abortion?!" his young, twenty two year old mother screamed.
In her fit of rage she opened each cupboard and threw every dish and plate they owned on the ground.
"Go ahead! Go break them all!" his father yelled as he took his belt out and whipped her good one.
She squirmed to get up and ran over to her bleached blond baby, she picked him and one of his destroyed teddy bears up, and ran out of the house for what seemed like the hundredth time this week.
"See you tonight, dumb broad!" Dallas' father replied laughing while taking a sip of his beer.
His father was wrong. Eileen Winston did not come crawling back to him that night, or the next one, or the next one, or the night after that. The majority of Dallas Winston's first year was spent at his grandmother's house. At his grandma's house nothing was different besides not having a father that beat up on his wife every day. Grandma couldn't work more than a couple hours a day, grandpa died a couple years back so Dallas was left to himself most of the days. His mother worked double shifts to make end meat, so nobody could be home to watch him besides the neighbor a couple times a week.
That day Dallas learned that maybe daddies were supposed to hit mommies and you weren't supposed to have anybody else in your life to love you, just yourself and you would be fine. But then again, living on the rough side of New York, what was to be expected?
So here you go! I'm probably going to update as soon as I finish my stupid homework ughh, oh well. I think this is going to be an okay story! Please review! OHH sorry if it went a little fast, I just threw all my ideas down on a paper but hey that's writing right? And sorry if it's a little bit short, this is supposed to be just an introduction/chapter.
