dallas was never a good father, and he knew that. he never cared or loved you, he just cared about alcohol and parties, your mom left you with him after she refused to take care of you; hell, dallas didn’t even wanna take care of you but the government forced him too, dallas refused to show you any love or affection, he didn’t even stop you from doing stupid shit, you started using at the age of 12, sneaking out and following your father’s footsteps.

well after the 13th time you got brought home by the cops, dallas had enough and finally wanted to become a father. after the cops left he went on some rant about how it’s wrong, but your whole life you’ve always felt wrong, you ‘ruined’ your fathers life.

”im disappointed in you.” god, you never knew how much those words actually hurt, i mean he never even had a conversation with you, yet your heart hurt, those words stung.

he had some sort of father like teary look, he didn’t look cold like he always did, he actually looked sad. you sat on the couch, clutching your backpack in your hands, with every word your fingertips tightened around the hems of the bag, your eyes starting to water.