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Apple tree
People say the apple doesn't fall far way from the tree
(Which is only true have of the time)
Dallas Winston was my father , he was kinda a deadbeat from what I remember, At least he was still in my life , unlike other then my god, damned irresponsible, neglectful, suck cat, of a mother that forsaken l me and my dad! ! !(((
Never met her, always hated her, and personally I want it to stay that way!(((
At least Dallas was there for me most of the time. Dallas was never really felt like a father to me he was honestly more like a older brother probably because he was left with me at a every young age around 15 give or take? From what I have over heard when he talks about how he became a father.
I'm still surprised that child protection services didn't take me away or have me registered something like that? I never really caused any trouble like he did though , the only things that I can really think about is when he would disappear for about like a week or 5 days and if I was lucky he just leave me at the Curtis house with Pony boy there basically babysitting me well Darry and Sodapop are at work.
Still mostly he would just leave me at the with Buck as a the one to make sure I don't die .
An sure Buck checked on me almost every 5 hours but never said anything really normally just to give a note about what I can eat in the fridge or something like that.
But ye every once and awhile Buck teaches me about the most random thing like how to switch cards out in poker or things that cowboys do honestly it was more then what Dallas did with me.
The night Buck taught me how to shoot a gun is one I am going to live with for the rest of my life. That night Dallas was actually home, early before noon my father drank the rest of the cough syrup and ate the rest of the Melton ( there was only two capsules left anyways)
So by 7:00 pm he was passed out in his room with the door locked I don't know why he did that maybe he had a really bad headache? So I was basically stuck down stairs hanging out with Bucks doggo on the steps upstairs.
Buck stumble his way towards me with a half drunken bottle of jack Danielson ( whiskey) slurs out
" (Y/N) ? Have you ever shot a gun before?"
I shake my head an murmur
"no I haven't even touched one before... Uncle Buck"
Buck looks at me shell shocked
"Damm... Dallas real taught y'all nothing"
I mumble back "sure feel like it"
Buck whisper under his breath something about being surprised how much of a deadbeat Dally is and how he never taught you to shoot a gun.
" Hey ,well (Y/N) would you like to learn how to shoot one? trust me it's pretty fun once you get used to it!" Buck burped out loud .
I rase my voice up " yeah, Even if there is a law that says no!"
It took Buck a second for it to load in his brain but when it finally clicked he grabbed a few empty beer cans and started moving to the back porch .
As I notice this I bring to milk boxes following Buck to the back porch helping set up a quick shooting range. Buck went back in side still with the bottle of half drunken whisky glue to his hand and comes back out with a .38 Special semi automatic pistol.
He hands the gun pre loaded to me not even check if the safety was on, I look up at Buck consered and shaky.
" Well this here is a .38 Special , it's a semi automatic pistol! Okay (Y/N)? you understand,
Not to point it at your self or anything you're not trying to kill? "
I gulped down hard still shaking with the gun in my hand I slowly nod my head looking back down at the gun.
" So (Y/N) are your going to shoot the gun ?"
Bucks voice gets a little more grouteder as he sip the bit of whiskey from the bottle.
I hold the gun up still shaking not making a single sound from fear of what could possibly happen if I shot the empty beer bottle as the beer bottle slowly morphed into Dallas my father I step back with tears in my eyes slowly put the gun down stiffly -
"What are you doing?! Are you to chicken to shoot a gun? (Y/N)! No wonder Dallas doesn't do squat shit with y'all anymore!shot the damm-"
As buck started to yell the bottle morphed into what Dally described to look like my mother the one who blocked me out just to leave me an my father to died I closed my eyes and shot!
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
I shot until I was out of bullets I didn't even notice the derby of the glass beer bottle that flew on my face cutting it up terrible making it bleed I look at the gun in my hands then back at Buck waiting for any signs of approval.
" Well I be damned! Nice shot kid"
Buck ruffle my hair that had some glasses shards still in it with out hesitation stab Bucks hand but he didn't seem to notice because how drunk he was at the time.
I started to cry from pure shock and also being cut up , then all of the sudden Dally busted up the back porch door dashing as fast as he can and instantly picking me up into a hug putting my head into his shoulder slowly rubbing the back of my head trying to hold tears back.
"Shut up it's ok I am here (Y/N) just calm the hell down shhhhh..."
Dallas tried to calm me down as I keep crying
"Buck what the hell are you thinking trying to teach a 6 year old kid explecaly My kid how to shoot a gun at this hour!" He screamed at Buck trying to get an answer out of almost ready to beat the shit out of him.
" Hey ! HEY! Dallas chill the hell out" Buck kinda whined
Dallas instantly snapped back a Buck
" 'chill the hell out ` ? How the fuck do you expect me to chill the hell out when my kids face is fucking cut the fuck up like pure dog shit! How do you think I am going to explain it?"
"Dallas you never taught the kid shit for the love of----"
I just keyed out all there fighting up until
Buck passed out because how drunk he had gotten. Dallas just left Buck out there for the rest of the night well he brought me to his room and setting me down on his bed grabbing some rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls for a little medkit he stole a week ago when he brought me with him to the store.
Well when we where the man that runs checkout asked if Dally was my big brother ?
I told him that he was actually my father because Dallas lying makes you end up being a bad person only if you get caught though.
Then all of a sudden he just looked disgusted, and I was about to pick a friend with him but then dally pulled me out of the store with the items he stole.
As my dad kept cleaning my face,
I couldn't help but find holding back tears I always thought my father was one of the toughest greasers ever ,
but just seeing him almost breaking chaged my mind on that.
(The end?)