Angel

•right?•

I woke up to harsh whispering in the hall. I just went back trying to get to sleep, but the motherfuckers didn't stop whispering.

I threw the covers off of me and opened the door to see dad, grandpa, Brad, Don and D standing there. Everyone except dad sweating like they just ran ten miles.

"Can you guys shut the fuck up, I'm trying to fuckin sleep here" I whispered to them while walking towards them, making their heads turn in my direction.

"I'm sorry, kiddo, we'll stop, go back to sleep" dad smiled at me.

"Kid, quick question, does your dad let Adrianna walk all over him?" Grandpa asked me.

"Kinda, sometimes" I shrugged, making dad glare at me.

"Look, Dusty, I can see how being a stepdad, you might not feel empowered to discipline someone else's child" Don told dad, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked confused. "Adrianna turns the thermometer high because she sleeps with the window open" Brad responded whispering to me.

"I asked, I didn't tell you to put your stank breath in front of me" I took a step away from Brad, closer to dad.

Grandpa scoffed at what Don said earlier, making dad's head snap towards him. "Hey, quit your scoffing, all right? And you two quit helping me. And you stop flirting with the neighbor" dad told all of them.

"Thank you" I exclaimed, D quickly trying to say something, before Brad interrupted him.

"Look, Karen and Roger spoil her to no end. It's crazy!" "Yeah, for the first time, I agree with Brad" I told dad.

"And there's nothing you can do, I get it. You're the stepdad. You're screwed" Brad told dad.

"That kid is never gonna respect you unless you bring the hammer down" grandpa told him before waking back and turning the thermostat down. He stopped in front of his open door and make a hammer movement on his hand before going back into his room.

"That was dramatic" I mumbled.

"What the hell was that, Brad?" Dad asked him. "I know, he's old school" Brad chuckled.

"I think you handled this really well, Brad" Don told his son, looking at him in admiration. "I'm so proud of the way you express yourself" he told him, making Brad smile at his dad.

They hugged and give each other a kiss on the lips before going back to their separate rooms. "This shit can't be legal, seriously" I cringed.

"Goodnight kiddo" dad sighed, making his way back to his bedroom.

"Angel, wait" D pulled me back by my wrist. "What?" I asked him annoyed.

"I wasn't flirting with the neighbor, okay?" He told me, making me scoff. "Yeah, right" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Look, I don't want you to be jealous, please. I never meant to give you the impression that I was flirting with her. I just saw that she was a girl of our age, and I thought that maybe we could be friends with her and have some similar friends" he put his hands on the side of my face, making me look up at him.

"You drooled the minute you saw her, how do you think this makes me feel?" I felt tears in my eyes as I tried to avoid eye contact with him.

"I wasn't, I promise, I love you, okay, I love you so fuckin much" he put his forehead on mine as a tear escaped my eye.

"Maybe you shouldn't have come on this trip" I whispered to him.

"No, baby, I'm sorry, okay" he kissed my forehead, wiping another tear away.

"You're obviously more attracted to her than to me. I mean, I thought that it was going so great between us. Yeah, sure, I wasn't always the nicest to you, but I was just warming up to the idea of having a boyfriend. And now- now I lost you, because I don't think you ever looked at me that way" I was sobbing at this point, D crying along with me.

"No, Angel, I love you so fuckin much. You're everything I need and more. I don't deserve you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn't lose me, baby, never. Please, the only thing I can think about is you, every single day, every second, I can't go without you, mamas, please" he began sobbing along with me.

"Dylan, don't make this harder" I shook my head at him.

"I can't live without your beautiful eyes" he kissed the tear streaks on my cheeks. "these arms" he began kissing on my arms. "I can't live without anything that isn't you"he kneeled down and hugged my stomach, the both of us crying.

Still, it might seem like I'm dramatic or way too jealous or a bad girlfriend. I think I am too. I still have this feeling that I've had my whole life.

A person you love should never hurt you in any way, even if it's a tiny problem or a big one.

Guilt that I was never a good girlfriend in my eyes began eating me up. About how maybe I was a little bit of a burden to Dylan when I made jokes all the time.

Or about how he had to listen to a lot of my problems sometimes when he asked if something was wrong.

Or maybe he didn't like the fact that I was really close to my siblings.

Or maybe Dylan didn't like how I could ramble how annoying either one of the dads were.

One thing I know for sure, I'm not a good girlfriend, and Dylan should be with someone better than him.

"I think you should leave" I whispered, making his head snap towards me. "And maybe take a break too" I gently pushed his arms off of me, making him stand up quickly.

"No, Angel, please" he whispered as I slowly walked backwards. "Please, leave, Dylan" I gave him one last look before going back to my room, closing the door behind me gently.

I slid down to the ground, my hand around my mouth to stop the loud noise of my sobbing.

I made the right decision, right?