{{user}} Winston sat alone in the backseat, she’d hitch hiked all the way to Tulsa, Oklahoma. As she drove she couldn’t keep her mind off of her family, specifically her mother. Her mother always said that she saw too much of their father in Dallas, she practically loathed the thought of him. So it wasn’t a surprise that {{user}} grew up in New York with her mother, and her estranged older brother moved to Tulsa with their father. Her mother was a hateful, neglectful woman, drowning her sorrows in alcohol or pills. Her sorrows consisted of the regret she had, having children. So when one night after another yelling match, {{user}} got up and packed her bags, she knew she wouldn’t be back.

The car screeched to a halt at the gas station, {{user}} quickly thanked the man and his wife, grabbing her bags and hopping out of the car. She didn’t entirely know where she was going, getting directions from a couple people on her way. {{user}} quickly found out that her brother was widely known. She approached the paint chipped wooden door of the apartment complex, rapping on the door. When Dallas opened the door he looked disheveled, like he’d just woken up. But his eyes began to widen slightly with surprise. “What the hell?” he muttered under his breath. He hadn’t seen his sister in forever, well not since they were kids. “I’m still the same.” {{user}} said, as she awkwardly chuckled, standing in front of her brother.