*WARNING, there is a flash back of child abuse, skip Dally's POV if you don't want to read it*

Dally's POV

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I turned back and saw the asshole sitting on the couch with his fifth beer watching TV.

"Out." I said.

"Out where Dallas?" Yelled my 'father'.

"Stop acting like you care." I said with an eye roll.

"Don't be giving me any attitude, I don't tolerate attitude especially from you." Said my dad as he got up and walked over to me.

I rolled my eyes.

"You don't go to fucking school, so where the hell do you spend your time?" Asked my dad. "You come home when you fucking feel like it, what's in been now five months?"

I don't remember the last day I went to class. Maybe it was last year, I honestly don't remember. I wanted to be a smartass and correct him by saying I came by two months ago but he was obviously too drunk to remember.

"I have better things to do than stay in that fucking shit hole, this isn't my home and you've made that perfectly clear." I said.

"If you're going to live under my roof you have the live by my rules and my number one rule is no fucking bitchy attitudes! I've tolerated your ass for 13 years and I have 5 more years till your ass is gone." Said my dad.

"You haven't tolerated shit! You've stopped looking after me after she left!" I yelled.

That earned me a slap across my face.

"We don't mention that slut!" Yelled my dad.

I held my cheek and looked up at him. Over the years my father got grey hair and already started balding. He use to be in good shape but has gotten a belly from all the beers. He hasn't shaved in a week or two, I remember he would always shave. People would say that I look like him, besides my eyes, my eyes are just like my mother's. My dad hates my eyes. I remember when I was 10 on the anniversary when my mom left, my dad yelled at me for having the same brown eyes, I ended up with my first black eye that night.

"Why fucking not?" I yelled back. "You can't get over her leaving us so why can we talk about her?"

"That slut means nothing to us anymore. She left us, I didn't leave anyone!" He yelled.

"You fucking left me when she left! You stopped being a father to me when she left!" I yelled back.

"Don't you use that tone with me! I'm warning you Dallas." Said my dad.

I remember I use to get scared when he would yell at me. I use to cry and run upstairs to my room especially after the first time he hit when I was 6. I got tough though, I can't tell if New York made me tough or my father made my tough.

"Oh fuck off." I said and rolled my eyes and turned to the door.

My dad grabbed my shoulder spun me around and pushed me against the wall. He grabbed me by my shirt. He looked me in the eyes and I knew what he's going to say next.

"I swear Dallas if you don't shut the fuck up I'll put you through this wall right now and I won't have to wait till you're 18 to kick you out." Said my dad.

I wanted to hit him, push him, knee him do something but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Why can't you leave like that whore? Man up Dallas! If I'm so bad then why don't you leave? Oh wait cause you need me!" Yelled my dad.

"I don't need shit from you! I've been on my own on the streets for three years, I only come here when I have too and when I try to leave for good you drag me back in! You need a fucking punching bag and that's me. That's all you've been doing since I turned 6. Why don't you man up and start being a dad!" I yelled back.

My dad pushed me back in the wall hard. I closed my eyes from the pain.

"Just seeing those eyes piss me off even more. You have those slut's eyes." said my dad.

Over the years I've grown to hate my mom. It's her fault why my dad became like this, if she didn't leave him.

My dad moved his hands closer to my eyes. "I just want to tare those fucking eyes out."

I tried not to show any emotions. He hates it when I don't give him the satisfaction of him hurting me. He wants to hurt me as much as she hurt him. My dad pushed my head against the wall and I let out a yelp.

My dad laughed. "You try to act tough but you're a bitch Dallas. You think those streets will make you tough? Come on Dallas, be tough!"

I smirked. "I could kick your ass, trust me I could but I choose not too because I would rather see you act like this. Seeing you become an alcoholic and losing your job has never made me more happy. Kicking your pathetic low-life ass wouldn't make me happy because I know that no matter how hard I punch you nothing will hurt you as much as she did. She destroyed you and honestly I love her for that."

I threw in the last part to really piss him off. I don't love her and I never will.

My dad grew with rage. "You little fucking shit."

He grabbed me by my hair and pushed head back into the wall then threw me on the ground. He kicked me in the stomach, I bit my lip trying to hold in the yelp. My dad went down to my level and grabbed me by hair and pulled my head back so I could face him.

"You're a cunt Dallas, you'll never amount to fucking anything, you're going to end up exactly like me, you're going to rot in this fucking house." said my dad with a glare.

"I promise you dad this will be the last time you'll see me." I said.

We heard a knock at the door. He pushed me on the floor.

"Go upstairs and stay upstairs." He snarled.

I got up and looked at him. I knew who was at the door. It's Friday, every Friday he has the same woman coming over.

"I like how you like to call my mother a slut but all you've been doing is wasting your money on sluts." I glared.

My dad grabbed me by my hair. "You're no son of mine Dallas, you're the biggest mistake of my life."

He pushed me on the steps and went to the door. I walked up the steps and turned around to see the prostitute I've seen a billion times on the streets. She always gives me sympathy smiles and one time she gave me money to buy food. She feels bad for me cause she knows how much of a dick my father is. I heard that her boyfriend walked out on her when he found that she became pregnant. That's why she's doing this, to get some money for her kid.

I went inside to my room which over the years has gotten destroyed. The walls had halls from the times I was pissed off and needed to punch something. My bed got destroyed when my father got mad at me for not picking up his empty beer bottles when I was 7. Whenever I would go back to this hell hole, I would sleep on a mattress. I put my hand in my pocket and took out the stash of money. I lost a few dollars because when my dad went in my room to break the frame with a picture of me and my mom that I've hid since she left, he found the $10 in the frame. I don't have enough to go to Dallas, Texas but I can't stay here anymore. I'm going to the train station tomorrow then when I run out of money I'll figure it out. One of the guys I met in the gang I spend my time with said he'll go with me and pretend to be my older brother so I can get on the train, he owes me because I found out that one of the rival gangs was planning on attacking them. After he drops me off I'm on my own.

I laid on my mattress thinking how I can't wait to get out of this shit hole. I can't take him anymore. I went down the fire escape through the window. I tried to be as quiet as possible. I made the mistake and looked through the window and saw that my father is very busy at the moment. I quickly looked away in disgust and made my way to the gang's hideout. I can't live in New York anymore, I've lived on these streets and it's too tough for me. I only come to Jason's house once in a while to drop off the money then I leave. I don't trust anyone in the gang, none of them are trustworthy. I can't leave anything with them without something happening to it. They steal stuff from each other, they only look out for themselves. I'm missing $15 from the gang but I'm wise enough to know not to ask for it. The gang is another reason why I'm leaving, I can't live on these streets without a proper gang and in New York no one can find that. School isn't for me, the streets is the best case for me so I need to go find a place where I can find a gang.

I couldn't help but think about Jason, my old man, my dad. He's no father figure, he never was my dad. I don't love him and I never will. I honestly don't care if he rots in that house. I don't expect him to send out a search party for me and I pray to God that he doesn't. I remember a time when I use to look up to him, I wanted to be just like him now I'm afraid that I'll turn out like him. That's the only thing I'm scared of, turning out like my father.

Caroline's POV

I slowly woke up and looked up to Dally. He was sitting up and looked like he was in deep thought about something.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I put my hand on his naked chest.

Dally looked down at me. "Nothing doll."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah doll, nothing important." He said then kissed the top of my head.

"Yesterday was quite a day." I said.

Dally laughed. "Yeah it was, we got into a fight then ended up having sex."

"That's a sum up of yesterday." I said. "A lot more stuff happened in between. I'm sorry again Dally. I feel awful."

"It's okay Caroline, it's fine. I feel bad for yelling you. I don't mean anything I said to you yesterday." Said Dally.

"I don't mean anything I said yesterday either. I'm sorry again." I said as I began to straddle him.

"I can't get over how amazing you were last night." Said Dally. "Slapping Tim, dealing with that bitch and well last night."

I looked down and felt my face getting red.

"You're amazing too Dal, the way how you looked out for me and well last night." I said.

I looked up and saw Dally smiling at me.

"Caroline, I was talking to Darry about what we should do about your dad and he said that we should both go talk to him." Said Dally.

"Dally I don't know if this is a good idea." I said with a sigh.

"Caroline this is our only chance, please." Said Dally. "I don't like doing this anymore. If Soda and Rose don't have to hide it from your parents then we shouldn't have too either."

I looked into Dally's eyes and he looks serious. He really wants to do this.

"Okay Dally, we can talk to him tomorrow. Neither him or my mom are working so you can come over at around 1pm." I said.

"Thank you doll." Said Dally.

"I just hope this works." I said.

"Me too doll." Said Dally. "Now, I have an idea what we can do right now."

Dally flipped us over so now he's on top and I giggled.

"I let you be in control last night but that's not happening this morning." Smirked Dally.

He started to kiss my neck. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingers through his hair.

"I love you Dally." I said.

"I know." Said Dally as his continued to kiss my neck.

**Author's note IMPORTANT! I'm thinking about ending this book but I'm leaving it up to you guys here are the choices:

1. end the book

2. continue it with a new storyline of Dally seeing one of his parents

3. continue it with a different storyline (message me if you have any ideas, I will give you credit)

You can either message me or write a in the review of what you want. If I don't get a lot of responses I will end the book. Whichever one gets the most votes that's what I'll do unless I can't come up with a new storyline, please take part in this.