Hope everyone had great holidays, here I am with a new story. Please enjoy and leave me a review.

Dallas opened his eyes and rolled over in bed. For a second it felt nice as the sunrays made their way into the room. Then the events of previous day flooded his mind and his mood changed right away - she left them. His mother was gone. She threatened to leave forever, whenever she and the old man would get into an argument, but she never acted on her promise until yesterday that is. She got home, and his old man was drunk, which was not unusual for him. They got into a fight, Dally wasn't even sure over what, and then she said it. She said she was seeing someone else and that she was leaving.

Dally felt nauseous thinking about that. He could see how she didn't want to stay with a drunk like his father, but she abandoned him too. Dally closed his eyes, he felt defeated, like there was nothing good in his life. Lately he hated it - there was nothing to live for, no one to love. The weather outside seemed to reflect his mood as a deep shadow settled onto his bed.

Finally he forced himself to get up and get dressed, and made his way into the tiny kitchen with chipped paint on the walls. There he found his dad sitting at the table with a bottle of whiskey. Dally wrinkled his nose repulsed. His dad didn't acknowledge him, didn't even say hi or God forbid good morning. He just gave Dallas a stare. Dally opened the fridge to see if there was something to eat. His dad was staring. "What are you starin' at?" Dallas snapped.

"You look so much like that whore, she should've taken you with her."

Dally felt his blood rush to his temples – "Don't you dare call her that," he pointed a finger at his dad, food forgotten.

"Yeah that's what she is - just a whore," his dad's voice roared. "Should've left her all those years ago." His dad's speech was slurred, and the bottle he was holding in his hand was almost empty. "You are just like her," his dad yelled, "You are good for nothing, you are a fuckup, you're looking for food. Did you make any money? Did you?" he got up and walked closer to Dallas. Dal took a few steps back "what do ya want from me? You want me to give you food - go get a job." With that Dal's dad swung his arm and hit Dallas in the jaw. Dallas didn't expect it. He took a few steps back then punched his dad in the stomach. "You fucking drunk. I don't need your stinky food."

"That s right you don't. There is nothing from you, but trouble, get the fuck out, just get out."

Dally felt a pang in his stomach. He'd been called good for nothing before. In fact that's how everybody treated him. He was a hood, a good for nothing hood, who would never amount to anything decent. He felt his jaw, it hurt. Dally turned around and ran out the house.

Dallas walked the streets aimlessly for hours. He had nowhere to go. He didn't have any money. His mother left, abandoned him, and his dad didn't want him either. Dally felt betrayed, but more than that he felt mad. He jammed his palms into fists and kept walking. He doesn't need them, he doesn't need anyone.

It was now evening and Dal didn't want to go back home to his drunken dad so he decided to stay outside on a bench. He stretched out and closed his eyes. The minute he did he saw his mom. "Shit," he cursed out loud. She was beautiful but heartless. She abandoned him, she didn't even say good-bye to him just walked out of the house and left.

The bench was hard and Dallas couldn't fall asleep. Plus it was cold out. He ended up jumping a drunk in the alley and taking his wallet. He didn't feel bad about it. They said he was a hood and good for nothing anyway. There wasn't much in the wallet but it was enough to get a room for one night at Buck's and a bottle of whiskey.