You knew no matter where you went Dally would find you. You couldn’t think of even a rough draft of a plan let alone a good one. “Night pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head before going to his room. Figure something out then just let me know.” He grabbed his mug and put it in the sink. “Well I sold most of the furniture out of your old room but the beds still there. Just until I figure somethin out.” You rubbed your face in your hands sighing. “I just need a place to sleep for a few nights. You wanted to be a big girl and move out, you still gotta be a big girl when you move back in.” he smirked sipping his coffee. “So, what? You moving back in? Because if that’s so we need to talk about rent. Things just don’t work out I guess.” You mumbled. “So, is he in jail again? Hit ya? Shack up with someone from that whore house he hangs out at?” Your dad placed a cup of coffee on the table in front of you.
I’ll make some coffee.” He sighed walking past you to the front door. He looked from your tear stricken face to your suitcase. “Y/N?” you heard a familiar voice that made you shoot your head up. It took about two minutes until you started losing hope, and it took about ten for you to sit on the front steps, put your head in your hands and start to lose it. What if dad didn’t let you back in? Does he even still live here? Were you making too big of a deal of everything? But before you could come up with any answers you found yourself standing on the porch that you used to play on, knocking on the door.
Maybe you should’ve stayed home where there was a bed and food and then thought of a plan. The twenty-minute walk was long enough for you to start second-guessing yourself. Baby Come Home - Dallas Winston x Reader Chapter 2: A Plan
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