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Dallas stayed at Buck's for the night, but he hardly got any sleep. He was lying on his back chain smoking and thinking. He felt exhausted and empty, like all life was drained out of him. He felt anger boiling his blood. How could she, he thought. He was even angrier at his old man, if it wasn't for his drinking she wouldn't have left.

In the morning Dallas had nothing to eat trying to save the money, but he had a couple of drinks. He felt the buzz, and it calmed him down a little bit. He stepped outside and lit up a cigarette. Then it hit him - he should go see her. He knew where she and her new boyfriend were staying. He should talk to her, and maybe she would want him around. He didn't want to live with his dad. Or if he can't live with her maybe he could at least visit.

The idea seemed a good one to his drunken mind. In fact he was very hopeful. He grounded the cigarette, and started walking. As he got closer he quickened his pace, and his heart started beating faster. Finally he was there. The house was still on the poor side of town, but it was much nicer than their house – fresh paint, nice fence, while the paint on their house was chipped everywhere, and there were gaps in the fence. Dally didn't think through what he was going to say, and just rang the bell.

The door was opened by a tall, lanky guy – Sam, who was Dally's mother's new boyfriend. The guy was standing in the doorway staring at Dallas. He's been to Dallas' house a few times when Dally's parents had a party or a gathering, and he knew who Dallas was.

"What do you need?" Sam asked roughly, unfriendly stare at Dallas.

"I need to talk to my mother," Dallas said firmly, looking Sam right in the eyes. Then he looked over Sam's shoulder, and saw his mother standing in the hallway with a child, who couldn't be older than three, in her arms. She walked over to the door, and Sam took the child from her.

She looked at Dallas as if she was repulsed. "What a hell do you want?" she asked annoyed. Dallas' heart fell. He was really hopeful, which probably was on the account of him being buzzed. He swallowed hard, "I just want to talk to you…" he stumbled over his words. "I thought that maybe … maybe I could stay with you," his voice quivered slightly as he spoke. She gave him a look, then started laughing. "You can't be serious," she leaned against the door. Then she stopped laughing abruptly. "Look, I don't want anything to do with you. You are just like that old drunk. Look at you, you are even drunk now. You are pathetic. Stay with me? You wish. Get lost and forget this address. I don't want to ever see you again. You two belong together go stay with that old drunk." With that she slammed the door in his face.

Dallas just stood there for a second shocked by what just happened. He sobered up real quick. Then he started walking away. He bit his lip so hard it started bleeding. He kicked a pebble with his foot, and to his surprise felt his eyes wet with tears. He wasn't wanted. Both his parents hated his guts. He felt agony and despair. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and jammed his palms into fists. It's fine he told himself. He wouldn't fall apart just because his parents didn't want him. He doesn't need them either, he doesn't need anybody. He is tough and strong. He will survive.

With these thoughts he approached Buck's. He got a bottle of brandy, and sat in the corner taking swings right out of the bottle. He downed the bottle in less than half an hour, and was pretty drunk. His thoughts were mixing up in his head, and if he was upset before, now he was just mad. Mad at his dad, mad at his mom, mad at the whole world. He felt the need to let the steam out, and was looking for a fight.