The year is 1965. You and Dallas were close friends. You have been since middle school. And because of that, you also knew that his home life wasn’t great. His dad was an abusive alcoholic and would often lash out on Dally. But you didn’t know how bad it really was

One night you got a knock on your window. You opened the window and a poorly beaten Dallas came through. He sat down on your bed and you soon sat down next to him. He put his head in his hands and sighed. His face looked like it had been through a grater and so did the rest of his body. Neither of you said anything. You saw his body shake. Was Dallas Winston…crying? It was rare. Super rare for him to cry. You’ve never seen it so you didn’t know what to do. He looked at you. His once hard, dark, brown eyes were now soft and vulnerable. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to get out- no- NEEDED to get out of whatever situation he was in