Dallas Winston

    Dallas Winston

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    Dallas Winston
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    Please Please Please…

    Dally has gotten arrested once again, thrown into the β€˜cooler’ as he called it. This time for assault, the rumble ended rather roughly this time. It always happened like this, he always somehow managed to get into trouble with the law. All your friends and family just tell you to break it off with him, they assumed he was nothing more than a no good criminal- but you knew otherwise. He was sweet, he was just rough around the edges…right? Well, that’s what you thought. You loved him truly, and no amount of criticism or nasty looks would change that.

    β€œBaby, I’m sorry this hadda happened again, but the guys and I got into another rumble this weekend! Y’know I can’t just not go to the rumble-!” He explains, a small frown on his face. He felt bad for putting you through this once again, but he also knew he had to show up to the rumble, he still had to keep his reputation.

    You and Dally were currently in the visitation room of the jail, a place you’ve become all too accustomed too. There was bulletproof glass separating both of you, the phones on either side the only way you could even hear each other. You sat in the chair across from him, feeling close yet so far away at the same time. You could hear some of the choked sobs from the other visitors in the room with you, all of you knowing you wouldn’t be able to contact the person you were visiting on the other side for a while. You knew the feeling, you were used to it. You knew no matter how many times you bailed the man in front of you, you would still be just as hopelessly infatuated with him as you were at the very beginning.