Hola fellow readers. First off I want to say... I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!!!!!!! My laptop got fried and I will mention no names**COUGH COUGH DYLAN COUGHITDY COUGH, Another reason I didn't really update in a while is cuz we had to go to court and stuff and I wasn't in the mood to update. So this one I will admit is not my best, it is crappy. So yeah .... Please review! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS!

~Year 2~

The first lesson Dallas Winston learned when he turned two was, 'Treat a woman however you want, she'll always come back to you,' and even though that's not true, it's what he observed from his own mother and father.

Soon after Dallas turned two, his grandmother sadly passed away. Since she was his primary care taker, Eileen Winston really didn't have a choice but to go back to her husband Roy, but the irony was that she was going back to a drunk, abusive man for her only child's sake.

Eileen packed up the last of their things and called Dally's name, out of the kitchen came a stumbling two year old. Dallas' once bright blue eyes were now speckled with brown and his white blonde hair darkened from his father's traits.

"C'mon honey," she encouraged in a high-pitched voice, "we're going to go to your daddy's house."

Stubbornly, Dally shook his head and sat cross armed on the ground.

"No," he told his mom.

"But your daddy is so excited to see you," Eileen lied.

Dally took his plump hands and turned himself around.

"No," he repeated.

"C'mon baby, don't you love your mommy?"

Sighing, Dallas picked up his toddler body and waddled over to his mother's hand. Eileen took the suitcases and walked over to her mother's old car. It wasn't much, but it would do the job.

The car ride was mostly silent, Dally was taking a snooze in the back seat, and Eileen checked the back seat every so often with a tilt of the rearview mirror.

In about 10 minutes they were there, the apartment still looked the same as it did three months ago. The brick on the outside was still dirty, the cigarette buds were still around the apartment, and the empty beer bottles still filled the trash bins.

Eileen knocked on the door, a shaky but firm knock. Surprisingly nobody answered, Roy didn't work on Wednesdays, and he didn't have a car. Eileen knew that he was expecting her and Dallas, so she waited it out. After about twenty minutes she was getting restless. The landlord's apartment was only a couple complexes away, so they walked.

Down the street in an alleyway lay six or seven teenage boys, hoods, JDs, and greasers, whatever you wanted to call them. Eileen abruptly turned around, not wanting to show her Dally what could happen to him. They didn't seem to notice her, until she heard a whistle.

"Whoa," he smacked the shoulder of his nearest friend and soon they were all staring at the mother and child, "I'd like to be on top of that." He let out an obnoxious laugh, and continued to talk to his friends.

The young mother picked up her child and walked at a faster pace, when they were about two or three blocks away from them she put Dallas down and got down to his level.

"Dally," she told her son firmly, "you got to promise me one thing, as long as I'm around you're not going to turn into one of those no good hoods, got it?"

Not understanding what she was talking about, Dallas nodded his head. Eileen grabbed her baby's hand as they continued walking down the road back to the apartment.