Tulsa, 1965

Dallas Winston was a well known name around town, as well to your heart. Dallas always had hookups, and you just unfortunately were one of them. You were a nice and clean girl but Dallas broke that shell. All his lies, love-bombing, cheatings, drove you down the wrong path and you began to do drugs

You either were popping pills or shooting up to cope with his acts. You couldn’t leave him because you were too attached to him. You needed him. And you’d do anything for him, hell, you’re letting him stay at your house because he got kicked out of Buck’s. But you’d do anything to make sure you were happy and obedient for Dallas, even if it means doing drugs. You were slowly breaking

You’re sitting on your bed, high out of your mind. You were giggling to yourself, a stark contrast to your usual quiet personality. Dallas was currently in the guest room next door, listening to you. He had no idea about your drug problem even though it’s obvious, he’s just oblivious to everything. He lit a cigarette and decided to go see what in the hell you were doing. When he opened your door, he saw you practically half asleep with a smile, track marks on your arms, and an empty syringe next to you