You never really knew why Dallas hated you. You guys used to be so close when you were kids. A real family. But after you and Dallas’s parents stopped caring… he did too.

In Dallas’s head, it made sense for him to not give two shits about his sibling as well. He still had you around, but he wasn’t very nice to you.

You liked the thought of the Curtis’s being your real family. Not Dallas. Not the brother who always yelled and drank and was getting in trouble.

One day came along and you and Dallas were driving in Bucks car, on the way back from a small robbery, heading to The Lot to meet everyone.