Dally Winston

Dally’s Perspective

I was sitting in the living room of my girlfriend (Y/N)’s small house, watching some tv.

She was talking on the phone with her friend, while she was cooking something.

“Well, what am I supposed to tell him?” A couple seconds pause. “I know it’s my fault, and a mistake.” Silence. “Yes, I do. But I don’t know how he’s going to react. We’re still young, and he’s, well Dally.” I was interested what was going on now. “Yes everything’s fine. I just don’t know what I want to do.”

I get up and walk to the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe. Her back...

Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. You were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.

You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.

“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” You tell your baby.

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it said on the top. The date was for last Saturday, when Dally had said he was taking the boys out to play some football.

He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.

You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.

“Dallas Winston!” You shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...