3 days later...
"Dally baby, I'm hungry," I say, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
"Whoa whoa, lay back down."
"But I'm tired of laying down, my legs need to stretch."
"You sound like a little kid," he chuckles, walking over to me.
"Come on, I'll help you."
"I don't need help," I stand but soon after, he catches me in his arms when my knees go weak.
"Maybe I need a little help."
"You're so stubborn," he laughs.
"I want some beer," I try to stand with his help but I can feel my legs shaking. I just need to get used to standing.
"No more beer. For now," he says and I groan.
"I need clean clothes," I say, remembering I need to get home.
"I'll take you home then," he says, opening the door.
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"Mom?" I call out once I open the front door.
"Keith?" She comes to the front and gasps when she sees me.
"Oh baby," she cries and tackles me in a hug.
"What's the matter?" I ask, rubbing her back.
"He came back. Your sisters in her room, scared out of her mind."
"When?" I ask angrily.
"Last night," she wipes her eyes and leads me to Allison's room.
"Allison?" I say when I open her door.
She was in the corner of her room on her bed, curled in a ball, crying her eyes out.
Dallas stands behind me with wide eyes.
I rush into the room, "Allie, hey," I lift her head and brush the hair out of her face.
"K-Keith?" Her voice is shaky and her eyes are bloodshot.
"I'm here, it's okay," she hugs me tightly and I rub her back to calm her down.
"Did he hurt you?" I ask softly.
She nods and pulls away, shakily lifting her shirt. There on her stomach was a large purple bruise spreading from her right rib to her belly button.
"He is so fucking dead," I stand but she grabs my arm.
"P-please don't go, he'll hurt you too," she starts crying again and I sit back down.
"Allison, once I'm finished with him, I will come back. I promise," I hold out my pinky and she wraps her pinky around mine, confirming the promise.
"I love you," she whispers.
"I love you too," I say with a smile.
She hugs me and I stand up and walk out.
"I'll be back soon, mom. Lock the door and don't let anyone else in except me or Dallas, I love you," I say, giving her a hug.
"Be careful, you know what he can do. I love you too," she says and I walk out and hop into Dally's car.
"Who is 'he'?" Dallas asks, starting the car and pulling out.
"My dad."
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