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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 1

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance, but nothing in-depth.

This writing contains highly sensitive content like violence, drugs, the use of weapons, abuse, mental illness, hostage situations, talk of suicide, religious abuse, smut, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

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Growing up in Two Rock comes with a lot of nothing. The scenery is brown dirt, cactuses, and hills. The sun beats down directly on people, leaving them crisp with a bit of heat stroke. Some kids figured out how to make their childhood entertaining, but it wasn’t an option for me. My father is a well-respected pastor at the Two Rock Chapel, and my family and onlookers expected me to be well-behaved. I was, for the most part, until I met a boy. He changed my life forever, and I’ll never forget what happened.

“Jesus said, ‘I will come and heal him.’” My father’s deep and authoritative voice flooded the churchgoer’s ears as he paced the stage. I sat front and center. So my dad could keep an eye on me and for everyone to see how disciplined I was. My mother looked perfectly prim and proper to the right of me, and my older brother was to the left, wearing a suit with his hair gelled back nicely. I wore a pale blue dress that went up to my neck with a white collar and short sleeves that puffed out. The dress was cinched at my waist to show off my healthy physique (my mother says it’s good to show off without showing skin), and the dress’s bottom belled out past my knees. I wore sheer tights underneath with heels to match. My hair was pulled into a sleek pony, and I was accented with pearl earrings and a necklace. Only the lightest touch of makeup was applied to my face to accentuate my features, but not enough to be called a whore.

My bible was open and sitting in my lap. Like always, I followed the sermon my father was teaching. I had a notebook open and was writing down thoughts and questions that popped up. As a preacher’s daughter, I was meant to lead by example, but I wasn’t doing this for them or to be a good child for my parents. I was doing this for me. My faith has always been important to me, and damn it, I am a good kid. Sometimes, I wish I had a rebellious bone in me, like my brother, who secretly sneaks out of the house to do God knows what. One night, I followed him, but he caught me within 10 minutes and dragged me back to the house. He told me I shouldn’t ruin my innocence, that once I tasted the bad things in the world, I could never get it back.

“I ask that some of our worship members join me on the stage as I close us out this morning,” My father’s voice became soft, “You may bow your heads and close your eyes.” My back slumps over as I droop toward my lap, and my eyes flutter close. The sound of a piano starts to float around me, and a woman’s voice begins to sing quietly.

“Amazing love, how can it be? That you, my King, would die for me?”

My father spoke above the singing, asking if anyone in the crowd didn’t know God and wanted to get to know Him, to raise their hands, and that someone would join them to pray. People were slowly leaving their seats, going to the altar, and sitting on the ground to pray. My brother slowly slid out of his seat, sat at the end of the stage, leaning the top half of his body over it, and began praying. My mother tapped my knee as if to say I needed to join the others who were kneeling. I walked up to where my brother was and sat on the ground behind him, making sure my dress was tucked neatly under my legs and bowed my head into my lap.

When the service ended, I was greeted by people praising me for my well-behaved manners and asking what kind of things I’d done so far over the summer. I indulged in conversation and made small talk while waiting for everyone to filter out. The heat was rising in the building, and I could feel my dress sticking to my back. Once the last person left, my family was also free to leave. Usually, after church, we go out to eat for lunch and spend the day together until evening, when the second sermon of the day starts. Yes, you must think we’re crazy for having church twice on Sundays, but that’s how we do it here. But today, I didn’t feel like going out; it would be extra hot, and I wanted to go home and get out of this stuffy dress.

“Daddy, could you drop me off at the house? I promised Nelly I would return her book this afternoon.” I asked my dad as we all got into the car.

“Can’t you do that after we eat?” He looked back at me through the review mirror.

“I’m not very hungry,” I pause, “I was hoping I could stay at her place for a little so we could talk about the book together.” It wasn’t a lie; I said I could probably bring the book sometime today, but I don’t plan to stay long at her house. I just wanted time to be by myself for a while.

“Honey, it’s family day.” My mom states.

“I know, bu-”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like her to ask to hang out with friends often. Why don’t you just let her go.” My brother pipes up from beside me. I was shocked for him to come to my rescue; he protects me often but doesn’t usually go out of his way to help me with our parents.

“James is right. I think it’ll be okay, just this once, to miss a family day.” My dad speaks. A bright smile appears on my face, and I thank my father for letting me have this day. I glance at my brother with a silent thank you as well.

As we pulled up to our house in Big Oak Neighborhood, I promised my dad I’d be back in time for church tonight and wave goodbye as they set off to some restaurant. As I enter the house, my shoulders instantly relax as the cold air hits me. I unbutton the collar of my dress as I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom. Once in my room, I kick my heels into some random corner, rip the dress over my head, and toss it to the floor. I lay on my bed for a few minutes in my undergarments, letting the cold air kiss my sticky skin. When I finally get up from my bed, I pick out a pair of short overalls that hit just above my midthigh, the shortest thing I was allowed to wear, and a plain white tee to go underneath. I put on a pair of socks and sneakers and redid my hair into a slightly messy braid. I grabbed my tote bag and put Nelly’s book inside, along with my journal.

I entered the kitchen and grabbed the necessary things to make a sandwich: bread, mayo, meat, cheese, pickles, you know, the works. Once put together, I put the sandwich into a paper bag and then stuffed it into my tote bag. I grabbed a few more snacks from the pantry, filled my water bottle, and headed out the door. It was peak sunrise in Arizona, and the heat was hitting a hundred degrees. The sun hit the sidewalk’s concrete, bouncing up and blinding me. I squinted as I walked past the houses on my street and turned down Ranger Rd. The third house on the left belonged to Nelly. I approached the front door and knocked my knuckles against the wood. A few minutes passed, and I heard a few voices exchanged back and forth before the door swung open.

“Hey!” Nelly’s giant smile greeted me.

“Hi, sorry to intrude. I was just stopping by to drop your book off.” I reached into my bag and pulled the book out.

“You finished it already?” She looked shocked as she reached out to grab the book from my hands.

“Yeah, I just spent a whole day reading it, which wasn’t hard since it was a good book.”

“Did you want to come inside and talk about it for a while?” Nelly’s body slid to the side, revealing I was okay coming in.

“Oh, no, sorry, I have to get back home. It’s Sunday, so I have to be with my family. I was just allowed to stop by and drop the book off.”

“No worries! We can get together another time to discuss the book!” Nelly said as she closed the door.

I walked, about an hour, in the direction of a park, a place I’ve gone to a few times when needing space from others. Usually, I would tell my parents I was studying at the library, but with it being summer, I couldn’t use that excuse. I found a wooden bench seat in the shade and made myself comfortable. Inside my tote bag was my MP3 player, so I took my headphones out and placed them over my ears, letting my music drown out everything around me. I pulled out my journal and pen and began writing about everything I felt. This journal was my deepest and darkest thoughts, and if anyone got a hold of it, I would be in deep shit.

After a few hours, I had eaten all my food, and my water was almost gone. I decided it was time to leave. Collecting all my things and putting them back into my bag, I headed home.

“Watch out!” A voice behind me yelled out as I was about to cross the road. The next thing I knew, something slammed into my back, sending me flying to the ground, and a heavy weight landed on top of me.

“Ah, shit.” The gruff male voice said. Then, the heavy weight that was pinning me down lifted. I turned around to look up at what had hit me to see a figure towering over me. The sun was behind the guy who ran into me, making him look like a silhouette. “Are you okay?” He asked me.

“I-I’m fine.” I tried to push myself back on my feet, but once I put weight onto my left leg, I collapsed. I expected my body to meet the asphalt again, but instead, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. When I looked at the guy this time, I could see his features. Short brown hair that was messed up from the crash, piercing blue eyes creased with worry, and a face shaped like God had carefully pieced him together. Suddenly, I forgot I was hurt and found myself staring at this guy with my mouth agape and speechless. He was a bit rugged-looking, but that made him more attractive in my eyes. A slight smirk appeared after what felt like forever of just looking at his face.

“You like what you see?” His statement ripped me out of my daze. A cough erupted from my throat, and the heat rose to my cheeks.

“N-no,” I stuttered, “Just confused about how you crashed into me.”

“I tried to stop, but the brakes on my bike weren’t working.”

“Could you help me stand?” He was holding me in a dip position, like we were dancing, from catching me. His face was only inches away from mine. It was the closest I’ve ever been with a male. I’d never been embraced by one before; having his arms around me was weird, but I also didn’t want him to let go of me. I felt strange for thinking this way. I mean, I didn’t even know who this guy was! He could be a murderer for all I know.

"Ah, fuck.” The brunette cussed, “Your leg is messed up pretty good.” His crystal eyes darted around the park, looking for something, like he was worried someone would see us. The smirk that once sat across his face turned into a hard line, and his eyebrows furrowed together. I looked down to see what he was looking at. There was a large gash from the center of my shin down to my ankle, and blood was dripping down, staining my shoelaces red.

“How far do you live?” He asked me.

“I live in Big Oak Neighborhood.”

“Why the fuck are you over here?”

“I like this park, it’s quiet.”

“You know this part of Two Rock is the trashy side, right?”

I rolled my eyes at the guy, “I think I’ll be fine to walk back.” I tried to pry his arms off from around me, but he was way too strong.

“Yeah, I don’t think you can walk that far.” His grip around me tightened, “My house is around the corner. I can patch you up and then drive you home.”

He helped me sit back on the warm ground as he picked the bike up. His blue eyes scanned the black metal and wheels. Once pleased with what he saw, he helped me situate myself on the bike. I rested my hands on the handles and set my feet on the pegs of the wheel in front of me. His muscular arms reached around my sides, and he placed his hands next to mine. Slowly, he started pushing me away from the park. It took us about ten minutes to reach a brown fence, and a small house with a porch was not too far away. It was the kind of home that seemed cozy. I always dreamed of living out in the country. My home back in Big Oak was your typical suburban house. It looked identical to the ones around; the grass was green, and we even had a white picket fence. I know I should be thankful for where I live; not many people have the life I do, but I still wish things were different for me.

Once we got to the porch, he stopped the bike and helped me off it. I felt terrible that he was going out of his way to do all this for me. Yes, he ran into me, and I wouldn’t be injured if it wasn’t for him, but he didn’t need to help me in the way he was doing. Slowly, we made our way up the steps of the porch. His strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me tight into his side as I hopped up each step on my good leg. We entered the house, down a small hallway, and entered a tiny bathroom. Without warning, I was lifted off the ground and placed on the sink counter. A yelp escaped my lips, and I gripped the male’s shoulders in front of me. He stared back at me with the same smirk from earlier.

“I’m tempted to make you yelp like that again.” His voice was low and husky as he spoke. I wasn’t fully aware of what he meant by that, but my body still reacted anyway. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and my face burnt with embarrassment. He stood there with his arms beside me, his face inched closer to mine, stopping a breath away from my lips. I had just met this guy, and yet I wasn’t going to stop him. But he pushed away and started rummaging through the cupboards. I watched how his face looked as he focused on grabbing whatever supplies he needed. His face relaxed into its natural state, with soft eyes, his lips pursed only slightly, and his hair fell forward onto his forehead. When he got everything, he turned the faucet on and waited for the water to warm.

“I’m going to clean up the area around your wound. This won’t hurt too bad, but I will disinfect the wound immediately after, which stings a little.” I nodded my head and watched him as he knelt to get level with my leg. As he wiped away the blood that covered my leg, he was gentle, not to hurt me. With most of the blood gone, I could see what the gash looked like, and it seemed I would probably need some stitches. He then grabbed a bottle and took the lid off.

“Alright, this isn’t the fun part.” He said pouring the liquid right over my wound.

“Fuck!” I yelled and instinctively covered my mouth. It hurt a lot more than he was explaining.

“Sorry, Doll, it needs to be cleaned.” He waited awhile for the liquid to do its thing before pressing some soft gauze against my gash and wrapping it with medical tape. He stood back up and placed himself between my legs. “You’re all patched up now.”

“T-thank you.” I kept my gaze on the ground because I knew if I looked up at him, I would become even more of a stuttering mess.

“I guess it’s time I drive you home.” He gripped my hips and helped me slide off the counter. If my dad knew a male was touching me in the manner this guy is, he would lose his shit.

“What time is it anyway?”

“Around 5 o’clock.”

“What!? You have to get me home now!” I tried to hobble out of the bathroom, which only caused the male behind me to laugh.

“You look like a deer trying to walk for the first time.” He said as he watched me from the bathroom as I grabbed onto things around me to stay steady. “What’s the rush anyways? You have a curfew?”

“Yes! My parents are going to kill me. I should’ve been home an hour ago!”

“Woah, don’t get your panties in a twist. You’re a teenager. What else are they expecting? This shit is normal.”

“Not in my household, and not on a Sunday.” Confusedly, He looked at me, “My dad is the pastor at Two Rock Chapel. I’m expected to be perfect and well-behaved. I wasn’t even supposed to be out this way. I lied and said I was going to a friend. I’m going to be in deep shit.”

“Wait, you’re the preacher’s daughter?” His blue eyes opened wide at this information. “You’re like Two Rock’s most innocent princess.”

“Huh?” I grabbed the chair in front of me to balance myself, “People talk about me?”

“It’s Two Rock, Doll. Everyone talks about everyone.” He made his way over to me, “Here, let me help you.” One arm reached around my side to help support me once again.

“Oh yeah? Then who are you?” I asked, looking up at the handsome stranger.

“I’m Dale, Dale Holt.”

“Holt? Dale Holt?” The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d heard it before.

“You might’ve seen me in the papers. I’m pretty famous around here.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know I was in the presence of a celebrity.” A chuckle fell through his lips, and the feeling of warmness flooded through me.

“It’s probably for the best you don’t know who I am.” Again, his face turned serious. There was something dark and lonely hiding behind his eyes. I wanted to ask him why it was for the best that I didn’t know who he was, but I knew it wasn’t my place to pry, especially with someone I just met.

Once in the truck, I instructed Dale on how to get to my house. He slowly drove while looking at all the homes we passed. When something was interesting or cool, he would point it out and say they should add it to their farm. I could sense the want from him to be someone living behind these walls, to live the life that I have. That was the first time my heart stopped. Watching him stare out the window and play out what could be if he were a resident here. We didn’t discuss our similarities in wanting what the other had, but I could feel it from him. And in that moment, I had never felt more connected to someone else before. It was odd to connect without any interaction, but something within me stirred. He seemed to have felt the same feeling cause his head turned slowly to look at me, and we locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. We understood each other. Finally, a person, completely different from the other, felt what we felt.

He ripped his eyes from mine and said, “Do you want me to drop you down a few houses?”

“You can pull up to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want anyone thinking bad about you for being with me.” His eyes drifted down to the floorboard.

“Why would anyone think badly about that?”

“I’m not the type of guy your church people approve of.”

“Well, it’s none of their business. You may have been the reason I got injured, but you helped me. So thank you.” I flashed him a small smile, “If it makes you feel better, my parents are probably already at the church since my dad has to set up for the sermon.” He did as I said and pulled into my driveway, and just like I suspected, the family car was gone.

“I’m sorry for your leg,” Dale spoke in a low tone.

“It’s okay. You helped me a lot today, and I really appreciate it. Thank you, seriously.” I went to open the door, but before I could get out, I felt his strong hand wrap around my arm again.

“Can you walk to the door?”

“I think I can manage this one.” He released my wrist, and I slowly lowered myself out of the truck. “Dale?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to see you again someday.”

“I would like that too, Doll.”

I closed the truck door and slowly limped to the door of my house. A stupid smile plastered on my face as I opened the door and walked inside. The sound of his truck driving away off in the distance.

Dale Holt. The guy that changed my life forever.

AN:

Hey guys! I hope you liked this first chapter! I'm not the best writer in the world, but I hope you enjoy reading this. I will try to get chapters out fairly frequently, but I work 2 jobs and can get pretty busy. So please be patient with me! Please let me know if you see any errors so I can fix them! I do use editing software, but only some things get caught. I want everyone to know that some experiences the reader has are things I've dealt with personally (and so have others), so please be kind in the comments when talking about any of the serious situations!

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bandstolookup · 2 years

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themomsandthecity · 7 years

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Every Baby Name We Could Possibly Think Of

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 2

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

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As I slammed the door behind me, I expected the house to be empty and everyone to be at church. But there sat my brother in the living room, staring at me. His eyebrows furrowed, and he was tapping his fingers against the armrest. “Where were you?”

“I, uh, there was an accident.” The anxiety that bubbled inside of my chest was the worst I’d ever felt before, “Are Mom and Dad home?”

“What happened?” He pointed at my leg.

“Some guy accidentally ran into me with his bike. It’s fine, though. He was very kind and helped me.” I slowly hobbled down towards the hallway, hoping to get out of this conversation.

“You mean Dale Holt?” My brother’s voice sounded behind me. I turned and gave him a confused look, “I saw him in the truck. Do you even know who he is?”

“Why does it matter?”

“If Dad figured out you were with him, he would lose his shit.”

“Dad won’t figure it out, right?” I know my brother usually sticks up for me with people at school, but when it comes to our parents, he’s the one who gets into trouble. Sometimes, I feel like he would love it if they thought poorly about me.

“I don’t know. I think Dad would love to hear about his perfect daughter coming home in the truck of a juvenile.”

“A juvenile?”

“You know, the kid who robbed the liquor store and beat someone half to death.” What my brother said took me by surprise. There was no way the person who did that was Dale. A guy who would beat someone half to death wouldn’t go out of his way to help me like he did. Is that why he said it was for the best? That I didn’t know him? I turned away from my brother and dragged myself into my bedroom. I plopped into bed and winced at the pain in my leg. How was I going to explain this to my parents? I don’t think James will immediately tell them who I was with, but I know they will have questions. Maybe I should have made him drop me off a few houses down.

I was stirred awake by the soft voice of my mother. It seemed the evening sermon was over, and they were finally back home. The events from earlier had finally caught up with me, making my body sore and my head pound. I couldn’t fully make out what my mom was trying to say to me as I was fighting myself to wake up. Then, from my blurry vision, I could see the figure of my father walking into the room with something in his hand. Suddenly, a jolt of shock shot through my body as my dad threw ice water over me. My body jolted up; all I could do was sit there and stare at my father. For the first time in 17 years, I was witnessing what it was like for your parent to look at you with pure anger. My head hung in shame, and I waited for him to start yelling at me.

“What the hell do you think you were doing!” His voice was sharp.

“I-I-I just wanted to go to the park!” I cried out. Tears started to pour down my cheeks, and I hated myself for how easy it was to cry.

“You’ll never be allowed out on another Sunday again!”

“Daddy, I didn’t-”

“Look at you!” He gestured toward my leg and disheveled appearance. “This happens when you go against your parents and embarrass them!” He slammed his hands down onto my shoulders and pulled me off my bed. “Get her properly dressed!” My father yelled at my mother. My crying turned into wailing. My mom picked out a plain, knee-length, black dress and helped me change into it. My hair was still dripping wet from the water thrown on me. “Shh dear, your crying will only upset him further.” My mother spoke to me. Once I got dressed appropriately, my father dragged me out of the house and shoved me into the passenger seat of the car. “You better get yourself together before I pull up to the hospital. I don’t want anyone seeing you in hysterics like this.”

The drive to the hospital took about 20 minutes, and I was able to calm myself down just enough. My eyes were red and puffy, and the salt from my tears stained my cheeks, but I wasn’t actively bawling anymore. After my dad parked the car, he got out, approached the passenger side, and opened the door for me. He helped me down and walked me to the emergency entrance. When we entered the building, I wasn’t surprised to only see two other people sitting in the waiting room. Two Rock wasn’t a busy place where people were always getting hurt. Off to the side of the entrance were wheelchairs lined up like grocery carts. My dad grabbed one and motioned for me to sit, so I did that. He wheeled me to a window where, behind the glass, an older lady sat.

“How may I help you?” She said, staring at us with blank eyes and a monotone voice.

My dad explained that I had injured myself badly and needed to get my leg looked at. He told the lady my brother and I had gone out and that I fell down a hill, hitting a rock and slicing my leg open. I wasn’t sure how he knew my leg was sliced open, but I guess it couldn’t be hard to guess, especially now that I’m looking at the bandaging. A bit of blood was starting to seep through.

Once my dad gave the pepper-haired lady our information, we sat in the waiting room. A nurse opened the door a few minutes later and called my name. The other two patients groaned as I was called before them, even though they were here first. My father pushed me behind the nurse as we followed her into an exam room. She asked me a few questions about my health and what was happening as she took my basic vitals. She left the room and informed us that the doctor would arrive soon. A knock sounded on the door right before it swung open. A man in his late thirties walked in wearing a long white lab coat and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looked like he was trying hard to be a stereotypical doctor. We reviewed the events of what happened again, and he asked a few of the same questions the nurse had asked.

“Alright, I’m going to undress your wound and look at what’s happening.” The doctor slid a pair of gloves onto his hands and started unwrapping the medical tape. Once all the dressing was off, he threw them into a biohazard bag. He grabbed a new piece of gauze and started dabbing around the cut. “Whoever cleaned and dressed this did a good job.”

“It was her brother.” My father said.

I just sat there quietly, thinking about the brunette-haired boy kneeling before me as he carefully took care of my injury. I wonder what he was up to tonight? Would he tell his family about me and what happened? I doubt he would, but they probably wouldn’t crucify him the way my father did me.

“So you got this injury falling down a hill?” The doctor asks.

“Yeah, I’m a bit clumsy,” I said, feigning stupidity.

“I’m going to clean your cut again, numb the area, and then give you a few stitches.”

I just started at the beige wall while the doctor did his thing. Once he finished, he wrapped my leg up and handed my dad a prescription to help with any pain I might feel. My father pushed me back to the car in the wheelchair and helped me up into the passenger seat. The drive back home was completely silent.

Dales POV

“Dale?” Her sweet voice sounded out.

“Yeah?” My voice came out breathy and quiet.

“I’d like to see you again someday.” The words that she said caught me entirely off guard. I wasn’t expecting her to say that. I stared at her face momentarily before a slight smirk grew on my lips. “I would like that too, Doll.”

I watched her close the truck door and made sure she could make it to the door before I pulled out of her driveway. Driving back to the farm, I kept replaying everything that happened. I recently got released from juvie and felt cooped up. So, I decided to steal Jay’s bike and ride around town. Feel the warm breeze on my skin as I fly down the road. Not many people come out to the park near my house, so I headed that way; I wanted to be somewhere alone. Then, this girl was there, and I was slightly curious to see what kind of girl would be out here. I wasn’t trying to run into her, but wanted to get close and start a conversation. Nothing happened as I tried to stop the bike, so I yelled out to her but crashed into the poor girl anyway.

What an idiot, I thought while thinking back to it, but I still smiled at the whole interaction. She was a cute girl, and I knew right away that she wasn’t someone from this part of town, but it did surprise me to find out that she was the priest’s daughter. At Two Rock High, a lot of the guys I hung out with before I dropped out would talk about how they wanted to ‘corrupt’ the innocent princess and would go into detail about the nasty shit they wanted to do to her. My mind might be fucked up, but if there’s one thing my Ma taught me, it was to treat a girl with respect.

I pulled up and parked the truck by the side of the house. A deep sigh escaped my lips, and I ran my fingers through my hair. She probably judged me so hard on my home compared to hers. I don’t think we’ll ever meet again. It was a fluke in the universe that our paths crossed. I slid out of the truck and made my way up the steps to the front of the house. I could hear my Ma yelling from the inside and prepared myself to walk into whatever was happening behind the door.

“How often do I have to tell you boys not to bring animals in the house if they’re dripping blood!”

“Quit yelling at me! We didn’t even bring any animals home today!” Pa spat back.

“Then how do you explain this!” My Ma pointed at the blood drops on the ground. My eyes drifted to see small blood drops trailing to the bathroom. They had to have happened earlier. The blood was dripping down her leg. “And where were you?” Ma spoke to me sternly.

“Out,” I answered.

“Damn it, Dale, you’re supposed to stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Ma. I wasn’t getting into any fights.” I grabbed an apple from the middle of the table and headed into my shared bedroom.

“You don’t leave this house alone, ya hear me!” She yelled from the kitchen.

My younger brother, Jay, was lying on his bed in the corner with his headphones covering his ears and flipping through one of the few comic books he owned. He didn’t notice as I flopped onto my bed opposite his and smiled at the ceiling like a dork. It’s too bad that would be the first and last time I ever saw her.

AN:

Hey guys! I know this chapter is shorter; there will be a few short chapters, but most will be longer! I was listening to a song earlier today that gave me better ideas for the story (hehe) so I'm excited to write them and have y'all read it! Reader and Dale's story is going to be a rollercoaster! You get to experience life with him before the robbery, and don't worry everything will lead up to that point!

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When Faith Meets Juvenile Masterlist - Story On-Going

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 3.5 - Chapter 4 in progress 25%

Updated 4/14/24

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 3.5

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

2193-word count

Dales POV

I got woken up this morning by Tyler pushing me awake. My head pounded from all the beers I drank last night. I swatted at the guy towering over me and pulled my covers over my head. But he just ripped them off, exposing my almost naked body underneath.

“Get up. We have work to do.” Tyler’s voice was low and demanding.

I put my hand in his face and flipped him off. The last thing I wanted to do was get up early and work. But I did despite my raging hangover. I wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and old work boots. When I exited my bedroom, I saw Pa slung back in a recliner with his hat covering his face. He must’ve come home late last night, so Ma made him sleep in the living room. It was his punishment if he was wasting his nights gambling. I quietly snuck past him and slid out the door. I walked a little ways away to where a barn sat on our property. The building was unused and run down, but we’ve been fixing it for the past year. Our Pa was the one who started it and bossed us around on what to do, but lately, he’s been gone for days on end, leaving all the work to us. Now Tyler is the one bossing us around. Though I would rather it be his ass telling me what to do than our old man.

We had a radio hooked up to a few speakers, and we blasted music as we worked. The sun beat down on us, creating droplets of sweat on my body. We’ve been outside for a few hours and are progressing slowly. With Tyler and I doing the work, things don’t get done as quickly. Jay offers to help, and we let him, but the poor kid isn’t handy with tools. So Tyler only lets him help when he’s in a good mood. It would be good to have him out here with us every day. The only way he’s going to learn is by doing it. I reached into my back pocket to pull out a pack of smokes to see I only had one left. I put the end of the cigarette to my lips and lit it up. Instantly, the nicotine calmed the jitters I was starting to feel.

We finished our work for the day and headed back to the house. To my surprise, Pa was still in the house. He had the refrigerator door open and was bent over, looking for something. I knew he was looking for his leftover beers from a few days ago. The ones I drank last night.

“Who the fuck took my beers?” Pa questioned, his voice stern.

“Who cares? You weren’t home to drink them.” Tyler said. He saw me take one last night and warned me against it, but at the time, my want to get drunk was more than worrying about my ass getting beat.

“You probably drank them and forgot,” I said. I know it isn’t a good idea to provoke Pa, but sometimes the words flow out of my mouth without thinking.

“I bet you took them,” My Pa said, stepping closer to me.

I puffed my chest out, ready to start a fight with him, “I didn’t touch your fuckin’ beers!” I spat. Before I knew it, my Pa’s first was swinging in the air, colliding with my eye, knocking me to the floor. Tyler stepped up, getting between Pa and me, pushing the older man towards the door.

“Get out now!” He yelled.

“You can’t kick me out of my own damn house!” All the yelling dragged our younger brother out of his room.

“Hey, what’s going on?” His soft voice broke the chaos.

“Nothing, I was just leaving.” Our Pa said, fixing his vest as he stepped out the door.

I stayed there on the ground, recapping what happened in my head. Sitting up, I reach for my back pocket again, looking for my cigarettes to remember I don’t have any left. I rip the empty pack out of my jeans and throw them across the room, “Fuck!”

“Hey, Bro, why don’t we go to the store?” Jay asks.

“I ain’t got any money.” I slump back onto the ground. My eye was beginning to throb.

“I can buy your cigarettes.” The younger boy stares down at me. The kid is too kind for this family.

We get into the truck, and I drive us to the mini-mart. Before we entered the store, Jay gave me the cash I needed for my smokes. I didn’t bother looking around; I only wanted a stick between my lips, giving me a slight high to take the edge off. Once I got what I came here for, I returned to the truck and lit my cigarette while waiting for Jay to finish. I glanced at the review mirror to see a familiar figure looking at the truck. My heart stopped for a second when the figure started walking towards me. When she stopped not too far from the truck, she stood there for a minute, and I had to fight to hold back a chuckle.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me, Doll?” I said, blowing out more smoke. Her uneasy voice made it hard not to look and see her embarrassed face, “Did you want something?” I turned my head to finally look at the girl I hadn’t seen in a few months. She wore a long floral print dress over a white tee and a pair of white Converse. Her backpack was slung over her shoulder, looking like it would bust at the seams. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and she took a few careful steps towards me. For a second, I was confused about what would warrant that look, and then I remembered the reason why I was here in the first place. To get smokes to calm my nerves from my Pa hitting me. Shame washed over me, and I could feel my face harden. The last thing I want is for her to know what happened and get pity over it.

“Are you okay?” She said while reaching out to my face. I wouldn’t hesitate to have her slender and soft fingers touch my skin at any other moment, but right now, I just wanted her to back off. So I pushed her hand away from me before it could make contact with my broken skin.

“It’s none of your fucking business.” I took another drag from my cigarette. She stumbled backward, and a flash of hurt glazed over her eyes. For that split second, it was tempting to grumble out an apology, but why the fuck would I care about hurting her feelings? I was getting angry at the thought of caring and more furious by the second while watching her fumble around with things in her bag. Then I was shocked when she handed me a piece of paper with her phone number. I could only stare at the numbers, dumbfounded over what was happening. Wasn’t she upset? She wants me to call her if I need to talk? Before I could even comprehend a thought, she walked away. My eyes shifted back and forth from watching her leave to the paper in my hands.

“Who was that?” Jay’s voice ripped me out of my trance.

“Nobody!” I responded faster than I should have and shoved the paper into my pocket. Jay didn’t question me further and silently sat as I smoked the rest of my cigarette. I snuffed it out on the dash and threw it out of the window into the street.

I spent the past hour and a half pacing back and forth in my room. Jay left to explore the forest like usual, so I didn’t have to worry about him lying in bed across from mine and watching me have this mental dilemma. She just gave me her number. Do I call her tonight? Should I wait a few days? It would be weird to call her after being rude to her. But that means I must call her and apologize for how I acted. Fuck! I’m not supposed to care about that! I grabbed my black Motorola phone and the keys to the truck. I needed to drive somewhere, clear my head, and take a private call. It doesn’t matter where I am, in the house or on the property; someone would manage to interrupt me and hound me on who I’m talking to. As soon as the truck starts, I whip out of the driveway and fly down the road. I rolled the windows down, allowing the wind to hit my face. I’m making sure not to go too far over the speed limit because if I get pulled over, it’s back to the cell for me. I found an empty parking lot close to town, so my phone is still in service. I pulled out the crumbled paper shoved into my pocket, and taking a deep breath, I punched in the numbers scribbled before me. After three rings, I hear a voice on the other end.

“Hello?” A woman’s voice spoke on the other end that I wasn’t familiar with. I almost hung up, thinking she gave me the wrong number when I remembered what she told me.

“Hi, I’m working on a project,”

“Oh! Luca, right?” The woman’s voice cut me off, “My daughter was just telling me about your project!”

“Uh, yes, I’m Luca,” I paused momentarily. What if she’s expecting some dude named Luca to call her? “Is she available right now?” Fuck it, I’m just going with it.

“Yes! Of course! Let me get her!” This lady on the other end is way too excited. A minute goes by, and I hear muffled voices on the other end of the phone. It goes quiet for another minute, and I’m scared she hung up. When finally, the sound of her voice flowed through my ear.

“Hello?” She spoke softly.

“Uh, hey, it’s Dale,” my voice came out stiffly. “I hope you weren’t expecting some Luca guy to call you.” I heard her giggle on the other end, causing my cheeks to tingle with heat.

“No, I was expecting you. I had to come up with some guy in my class to tell my mother so she wouldn’t be suspicious.” Right, I thought, because telling her Ma she’s talking to me wouldn’t be a good idea. “I wasn’t expecting you to call me so soon,” She spoke again.

“I wanted to apologize for being rude earlier. I had a shitty day, so I was in a shitty mood.” I picked at the loose fabric on the truck seats.

“I forgive you, but maybe next time, just let me know you’re having a crappy day?”

“Doll, I can’t promise that,” I said, pulling a string from the spot beside me. I can’t imagine myself ever holding my anger back. I always lash out before thinking; sometimes, my thoughts are so dark they cloud my judgment.

“I didn’t ask for you to promise me,” Her voice dripped in hot sauce, which surprised me.

“Damn, look at you being spicy.” I chuckle into the phone and hear her soft laugh blend into mine.

“S-sorry,” she paused to regain her composure. “What I mean is, all you have to do is try.”

“I might be able to do that.” Wait, what did I just say? I barely know this girl, and she already has me agreeing to try to be a better person. I quickly changed the topic, so we’re not talking about me anymore. “You ever think about breaking the rules?” I deadpan myself. This girl is trying to make a saint out of me, and the first thing I can think of asking her is if she thinks about breaking the rules. A deep sigh comes from her end, and I can just hear the lecture coming on already.

“I often think about doing things that would get me in trouble, but honestly, my parents scare me too much.” Even over the phone, I can tell her voice has shifted into sadness.

“Do you want to take a risk?”

“What kind of risk?”

“Hang out with me tonight,” I’m not sure what the hell I’m thinking, but it would be nice to take her driving. To just keep her out later than curfew and see how she is when she lets loose.

“Tonight!?” Her voice squeaks, “I-I don’t know.”

“All you have to do is sneak out, and I’ll meet you in the truck right outside the cul-de-sac.”

“What would we even do?” Her voice is quiet.

“Drive around blasting music, find a field, and yell at the stars.” Something simple for her first rule-breaking, “And I’ll make sure you’re back before the sun comes up.” There was a long pause on her end until she finally said,

“Okay, what time should I meet you?”

And this is the moment she started changing my life.

AN:

I honestly could've kept chapters 3 and 3.5 together as one full chapter like I originally had them, but I felt like separating them to make it more exciting, lol (Is it more exciting?). Be ready for some more romance in the next chapter! But only a sprinkle, maybe 👀. Everything in this story is a bit of a slow burn, so feelings are developing, but it'll take a while to really go somewhere. Then being intimate is a slow burn, too, but hey, those baby steps will be steamy (yes reader is 18+ when smut happens) 🥵. With that being said, if you're not 18+ (As stated at the beginning of every chapter), please don't interact with this story! AND, one last thing, this all does lead up to the robbery and hostage situation at the motel. But will this be a happy ending? Or will it end just like the game?

Oh and don’t judge me for the “dripped in hot sauce” her tone was spicy so that’s the best way to describe it, lol!

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I got into As Dusk Falls late into the game, so I wonder if anyone is still interested or obsessed like me. I'm hoping there are still people out there looking for fanfiction to come out and see mine and read it.

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 3

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

1681-word count

Two months later

The first week of my senior year of high school has finally ended. I sat in the school library, polishing my outline for the school year. Every year, I create a timeline from the syllabus’ I get from my teachers to make sure I’m getting things done on time and staying on track with my schoolwork. My list this year wasn’t very long since I got ahead of my classes in the previous years. I technically only have three classes every day, but I still show up when school starts and leave later than most kids; ever since that one Sunday two months ago, my parents have had me on extreme lockdown. I haven’t been allowed out of the house to see friends and could only go places if one of my parents took me. The way they’ve been treating me is suffocating, and James, my brother, is loving every minute of it. They usually treat him like this for about a week or two when he gets in trouble, but I feel like they won’t stop with me.

So I did what every average teen would do; I lied and told my parents I took some extra classes, so I would need to be at school all day. They loved that. Being here gave me the space to be away from them. The clock struck five o’clock, and I began packing my things to head outside. As I was about to exit the library, the librarian told me my father had called, saying I would need to walk home as he needed to be at the church, and my mother could not pick me up. For the past week, my father would be outside the library for at least thirty minutes before I would come out. I think he was trying to see if I would try to sneak back to the library from elsewhere. I never told them what happened and who I was with that fateful Sunday evening. I’m sure my father imagines the worst-case scenario, and I will let him believe whatever he wants.

Thankfully, I had my MP3 in my bag, so I pulled it out, put my headphones over my head, and blasted my music while I walked on the sidewalk. The sun was setting on the horizon, creating a beautiful painting of pinks, oranges, and yellows in the sky. The air was starting to get cool at night, and the faintest shiver ran down my spine. I was coming up to a mini market that sold various snacks, drinks, alcohol, and cigarettes when I saw a familiar-looking truck. Without realizing it, my feet started to move in the direction of the car. I couldn’t fully see who was in it, but I could see a man’s head. Their hair was brown, and I could see a white t-shirt clinging onto their shoulders. A muscular arm fell out from the driver’s window, holding a cigarette with smoke billowing out into the air. When I got close enough to see the guy’s face and confirmed it was Dale, I stood there staring at him, not knowing what to do next.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me, Doll?” He said while blowing out another cloud of smoke.

“I-uh, sorry,” I said. He probably thinks I’m a creep now.

“Did you want something?” His face turned directly at me, showcasing a dark bruise surrounding his eye.

“Are you okay?” Concern arose in my chest, and I instinctively moved closer to him. My arm reached out to crease his face, but he swatted my hand away with a stern look.

“It’s none of your fucking business.” He spat.

I was slightly hurt by what he said, but at the same time, it wasn’t my business. I shouldn’t have expected him to tell me anything when we barely knew each other. Without responding to him, I reached into my bag and grabbed my notebook and a pencil. I wrote the number to my family’s phone, ripped the paper from my notebook, and handed it to him. “If you ever want to talk, here’s my number. My parents are strict, so just say you’re in my class and we’re working on a project together. They won’t question you.” It took him a moment before grabbing the paper. “I have to go. Hopefully, I’ll hear from you soon.” He didn’t say anything else as I walked away.

It didn’t take me much longer to arrive at my house. When I walked in, my mother was finishing dinner, and my brother sat at the dining table with his collage work spread about. He attended a Christian college just a few hours away from Two Rock, studying to become a pastor like our dad. When he announced what he would do, my parents were ecstatic, and my father had already bragged about it to everyone he knew. Ever since James threatened me, our relationship had strained. I always thought he was a good big brother, and I appreciated how he used to look after me. At school, people weren’t the nicest to me, and he would always protect me. He was never rude to me before but would throw side-handed compliments every once in a while. I just thought that’s what siblings did, so I never thought about it, but it was like he saw an opportunity to be better than me. So he took it. It was nice not having him home during the weekdays, but every Friday after his classes, he would drive back home for the weekend. How everything has shifted at home has made my heart hurt in a way I didn’t know was possible.

I walked to my bedroom and set my backpack on my desk chair. Then, I headed into the bathroom and freshened up for dinner. I washed my face to clear it from the bit of makeup I wore during the day and to eliminate any grime that may have formed. I pulled my hair into a braid and returned to the dining room. My brother cleaned his mess up and helped our mother set the table. Across the table sat pasta, spaghetti sauce, salad, and bread. It was my favorite meal my mother would make. Once everyone sat at the table, my brother prayed over our meal, and we started eating. Usually, we would wait for my father to get home before eating, but he informed my mom that he wouldn’t be home until late. “How was your week, darlings?” A question my mom always asked. She acted as the sweet, doting mother in public and at home. I felt like her mask never left. Which was kind of sad to think about because I didn’t know who my mom was. I just knew this persona of her.

“I got assigned a pretty big project in school today. It will take up the whole year, and then we have to turn it in as a part of our final.” I spoke after swallowing my food.

“Well, I don’t doubt you’ll do a good job on it!” My mother smiled at me.

“It’s also a partner project. I gave the guy assigned as my partner our number so we could work on it over the phone together.”

“Thank you for the heads up, sweetie.”

I knew that telling her this in advance would show her I wasn’t hiding anything from them and that working over the phone would be better than going out with some guy. Unfortunately, I couldn’t give him a personal number because I don’t own a phone. My parents don’t think having one while I still live with them is necessary, but they said they would buy me one as a present if I were to move away for college.

“Could your partner’s name possibly be Dale?” My brother said with a devilish smirk.

I stopped mid-chew to glare at my sibling across the table. “His name is Luca Smith,” I flashed an innocent smile at my brother. I used the name of a guy in my class that my brother knew so he couldn’t question whether this person existed.

“Who’s Dale, sweetie?” My mother inquired. My brother opened his mouth, but I spoke before he could say anything.

“Just a guy in my class who doesn’t put effort into anything and relies on others to get him a passing grade.”

“He must have made quite the name for himself if your brother knows of him,” My mother shook her head. She’s acting disapproving, but little does she know James would do the same thing.

“Oh, you have no idea,” James leaned back into his chair. He’s playing a game with me, making one move at a time until he gets a checkmate. And I don’t doubt he’ll get there eventually. Maybe I should just be honest with them? It would be better coming from me than having my brother tell them. He would probably make it out to be something it’s not, which would be even worse. And if I tell them first, it wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of ‘busting’ me. The distant ringing interrupted my thoughts, and my mother excused herself to pick up the phone stationed in the living room. I could only hear faint mumbling and then her walking back to the dining room.

“Honey, it’s Luca,” She extended her slender arm out to me with our Nokia in the palm of her hand.

“Oh, uh, can I be excused from dinner?” I hesitantly grabbed the phone from her.

“Of course! And don’t worry about cleaning up. Your brother can do it for you.” I said a quick thank you and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I bet my brother is happy about doing my chores. Once the door was closed behind me, I sat on my bed and took a deep, shaky breath. Why am I so nervous to talk to him on the phone? Another second passes before I hold the phone to my ear and say,

“Hello?”

AN:

AHHHH, YOU GUYSSS. If you haven't seen my recent news, I'M ENGAGED!!!!! I'm excited about this new chapter of my life, and so many things will change. I will be planning a wedding while also preparing to move halfway across the States to be with my fiance. In a previous post, I mentioned that he's in the military. We'd been dating for a few years before he enlisted, and it was EXTREMELY hard having him gone for about 9 months. So thank you, everyone, for being patient while he was home again so I could give him my undivided attention before he moved. Even though things will be a bit crazy, I don't plan on slacking with this story; in fact, I've been itching to write with all these ideas and storylines just floating around in my head. I'm excited for y'all to be a part of this journey with me and to have this story as my baby through it all, too, lol.

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