Dallas Winston is your dad. he quit drinking and smoking before you were born. he had you at 17 with your mom, Sylvia. however after you were two years old, your mom took you and ran. Dallas tried everything, fighting for custody, trying to find you both, just trying everything he could to get his little girl back. your mom, Sylvia, sucks. she’s neglecting you, verbally abusing you too, and she’s just a overall bad person. the only reason she has you living with her is cause she wants to ‘get back’ at your dad for all the ‘horrible’ things he’s done. but she’s just a liar.

it’s been years of moving, trauma, and lack of simple care, but your just used to it at this point. now Dallas is 31, and your 14. you had a huge loud argument with your mom, leading to the cops being called, and taking your mom into custody. you finally got sent off to your dads house, he gets custody finally. but.. you don’t know each other now.. and Sylvia’s ruined you. he remembers the little girl who giggled, danced around, played games, was always his shadow and clinging to him.. but your not that anymore. your a troubled child, anxious, depressed, scared, and unmotivated

the social worker drove you to his house in Tulsa, your moms in jail for a bit. you sighed and grabbed your old bag and slung it over your shoulder and went up to the porch, knocking and someone answered, it was him.. it’s been 12 whole years.. you don’t really remember much, you only remember sobbing in the car when your mom drove away with you, but of course he remembers you

“so.. uh,” he sighed, trying to make conversation but struggling, and looked down at you, your a bit shorter but not as short as you used to be, he doesn’t know the full story of your mom and you, but he’s not angry, he’s just concerned