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My name is Dallas Winston, I always though having friends was a waste of time. I thought that if I got friends I would become soft, weak, and a easy target for the crazy people who live in New York. I believed for almost my whole life that I was destined to be alone in this world, that I was meant to have a sad lonely life. My family moved in with my aunt in New York to give my sister another chance after she got in major trouble with the law. But ever since we moved my mom passed away, my dad started beating me, and my sister ran away only to be killed a while later. I am only nine, going on ten years old I have no clue how to deal with these overwhelming emotions. Every night my dad comes home and beats me until I am unconscious. I just want so bad for him to love me and be proud of me. I made the football team just for him I score the winning touchdowns for him but nothing made him proud so I gave up and just accepted the beatings. He told me I was worthless, a burden, and that he wishes I was never born. When he first started telling me these things I refused to believe him but now I'm beginning to see that he is right. I have started doing things I promised my mom I would never do, I have been hanging out in bad gangs, doing bad things, and getting in trouble with the law. I'm not proud of who I have become, but I don't know what's wrong with me or if I can fix it. Lately I don't know anything anymore other than the fact that the world just seems to hate me. I don't think I ever did anything too bad to deserve all this crap I am getting. But lately my dad has been going to bars and not coming back for a while, it seems to be going in patterns so I am going to run away. I don't know where I am going to go but I am leaving this life behind and start off new and clean. Right now my dad is between patterns but if he holds up the consistency he should leave out tomorrow night and not be home for the next couple of days. That gives me plenty of time to get out. I would start packing but I don't have anything to pack except the cloths on my back and a picture of my family before all this shit started happening to me.

Finally the day is here, tonight I will become someone new, I will have a chance to start over and leave this life behind forever. In about an hour my dad will come up and beat the living day lights out of me and once I am unconscious he leaves for the bar. I have every thing planned after I wake up from my beating I will run to the train station and catch the first train I can get and ride until I think I am as far away as I can get from my dad. When I get off the train I will find a park or somewhere that has benches where I can lie down to sleep. That is as far as I have gotten but this is going to work and I'm going to be happy again for the first time in a while…

You're a worthless, pile of shit! You should have never been born. You were an accident, your mom never loved you she HATED your guts. Your sister abandoned you for her "boyfriend". You see Dallas NO ONE loves you and NO ONE ever will you worthless pile of shit.

With every word I would get a punch to some part of my body, but there was a point my body just could not take the pain anymore. I passed out cold thinking about how worthless I was and how no one loves or ever will love me. Even though I was passed out I could feel the pain, I was scared my dad has never beaten me this bad before. I just could not wait until he left so I could get away.

I woke up in the worst pain I have ever let in my life, my whole body was screaming at me not to move but I had to, I had to get away. It took almost all my energy to just stand up off the floor but when I was standing I started running as fast as my legs would carry me in the state I was in. I was running from my past, running from my reputation, and most importantly running from my dad. When I arrived at the train station I pulled my self into a empty car and just lied down thinking how I was free and how my future is now what I make it to be. At this point though I was now thinking about anything to keep my mind off how much pain I was in. I rode on the train for a couple days until I had enough strength to jump off at a town and find food and water. I was getting ready to jump off the train into a town in Oklahoma called Tulsa. This place seemed far enough from my dad so I jumped right into an open field. As I fell through the air I could feel the freedom and power I now gained by running away to start over.

I walked a couple miles before I found a park that looked decent enough for me to sleep at, I was about to lay down when I was a small figure crying under the jungle gym. I was not a soft person, I was actually quite the opposite I had grown hard while I was in New York. I pretended not to care about other people, scared that if I did grow close to someone that they would turn on me or be ripped from me just like everyone in my family I was scared that if I grew soft I would be an easy target but something about this kid made me want to protect him from whatever or whoever did him wrong. I walked over to the kid and sat next to him. We sat in a awkward silence for a few minutes until last I asked who hurt him. He looked up and me with his shining brown eyes and just stared at me. I guess after he decided to trust me he jumped forward and cried into my shoulder. I almost pushed him off until last I remembered the look his eyes had when he was staring at me and how sad he was when I found him. I awkwardly put my arm around him and started stroking his hair. That's when I knew I could at least protect one person…

Johnny's pov-

My dad had just beat me really bad, all I wanted to do was run. I wanted to run away I did not deserve any of this. I am only 6. I don't know how to handle these situations. When he was finally done with me I ran to the park and cried under the jungle gym. I wanted so badly to run to the Curtis house but I did not want them to worry about me anymore than they already do. I was crying my eyes out when someone came and sat next to me. I could tell he is not real good with emotions but he was trying so I looked at him and I finally decided I could trust him so I helped him with emotions, I jumped into his arms and cried into his shoulders. I could tell he was shocked but after a few minutes he relaxed into it. I knew he was hurting I could tell by how still he was keeping his body but I decided not to press into it.

Dallas pov-

The kid finally stop crying and relaxed enough to the point I could ask him his name and what was wrong. He told me his name was Johnny Cade and that his dad beat him again. When he told me his dad beat him I knew what I needed to do, I needed to tell this kid that things will get better if he stays away from his dad and finds friends to hang out with instead. After all I did not want him growing hard and almost emotionless like me. It was getting really late and I was incredibly sore, tired, and hungry so I turned to ask the kid if he had any where else to stay other than his house but he was already walking down the side walk ahead of me. I ran to catch up with him I just walked with him, I did not ask where he was going or what he was doing I just simply walked right beside him knowing that I would always need to protect this young boy. I was so caught up in my thought that I did not realize I followed Johnny up on to a porch. He knocked on the door a few time until a nice lady with her night gown on came to the door and engulfed him in a hug telling him about how much she loves him and how she is so sorry that his dad beats him. When she pulled out of the hug she sent him to some room that three boys shared. Their names were Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. When Johnny disappeared around the corner I turned to the lady and asked her if she was Johnny's mom, she chuckled and responded in a voice that reminded me of my mothers that she was in fact not Johnny's mother but the mother of Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy and that Johnny was a friend. When she was done telling me the connections she asked me of my name and I told her my name was Dallas Winston and that I ran away from my dad in New York. did not seem mad or upset, in fact she looked at me with eyes full of understanding and worry. She asked me if I needed a place to sleep and I did not want to be a bother but frankly I was sore, cold, tired and hungry so I accepted her offer of staying over and sleeping on the sofa. The women brought me blankets and a pillow. When she was confident that I was comfortable and safe she went back to bed and let me to my thoughts. I fell asleep thinking about how the world was finally giving me a chance and how something good is finally happing to me.

Chapter two is coming soon! Stay posted. Let me know how you are liking the story or if you have any ideas you would like to share with me! Thank you and I love y'all. –author0114 : )