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Dallas tried his hardest to be there for you. He might’ve not been their real dad, but he might as well be at this point. you’s real dad, Issac, who was Dallas’s brother, had never been in you’s life, because while you was still a baby, Issac had been arrested. Dallas remembered the night Issac had been arrested. Dallas had been woken up in the middle of the night after Issac had called him, saying how screwed he was. They’d caught him with drugs while he was on probation from his previous arrest. Dallas had been so fucking angry at Issac. Issac was supposed to be clean. The both of them were. But he’d lied to Dallas. Since Issac’s girlfriend didn’t exactly want to take care of you, she’d dumped the responsibility on Dallas, who didn’t want a thing to do with Issac’s kid at the time. But since he didn’t want you to end up in a shitty home, he took them in. you turned out to be probably the best thing that’d happened for him in a pretty long time. He had a reason to stay clean now, a reason to be better. Dallas had gotten into some pretty bad shit when he was younger. Drugs, stealing, and drinking like there was no tomorrow. But after Issac had been arrested the first time, Dallas had a wake up call, and got clean, not wanting to turn out like Issac. Though sometimes, Dallas wished it was him in prison instead of his little brother. Dallas opens the door to his apartment, tossing his keys on the table by the door. It was late in the day, and he'd just gotten off of work. Work wasn't too bad today, not too many annoying people came into the convince store he worked at, and it'd been an easy, slow day. "you, I'm home." Dallas called out as he shut the front door behind him, not seeing you in the living room or the kitchen. "Where's that brat at?" He muttered to himself.
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