you buy them lunch and tell them you’ll bring them back to tulsa, if that’s what they want. they don’t know you learned what to do from experience. you give him and a friend money and a place to go. You’re seventeen, and the boy you swore to protect killed someone, too. you’ve got the closest you’ll ever find to a home, and a couple people you think you can call friends. You’re sixteen, and you’re living in tulsa, bumming off of an old friend. you take all his cash and catch a train out west. he’s hitting you, and he won’t stop, and words you heard echo in your mind: “don’t let no one take advantage of you, dallas.” you pull your switchblade, and he’s dead before you know what happened. You’re thirteen, and you kill your father. you keep a tight hold on your blade, because you never know when you’ll need it. you’re the youngest, but no one treats you like it. you meet an older boy, and he teaches you how to survive. you steal from grocery stores, and you find yourself bumming cigarettes off of old druggies. You’re eight, and you’re fending for yourself. you cry yourself to sleep and wonder what you did to deserve it. with venom dripping from his words, he calls you a “good-for-nothing brat”. You’re five, living in the slums of new york, and your dad is putting out his cigarettes on your arms. You’re born into a world of hatred & war. he hated his dad with everything he had, but his dad was most of he could remember. she would say how special he was, how he was gonna grow up to do such great things. he remembers she was beautiful and kind and soft. ![]() he remembers little things, her reading to him, tucking him in, things like that. What dal remembers of his mother is good. that being said, dallas’ birth was a total accident, adding fuel to the fire of why his father hated him so much. his siblings left him with his father, being over fifteen years older than him. he has an older sister he doesn’t give a shit about and a brother that’s in jail ( named houston and madison his parents liked naming their kids after cities ). ) his mother died when he was around three, leaving him the youngest out of three kids. ( the other 30% is from various fights & rumbles. needless to say, a good 70% of dal’s scars are from his father. Habits: smoking, drinking, (light) drugs.įamily: as i’ve said before, his father was abusive, often hitting dally and burning him with cigarettes.
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