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Back Series Book 2
Dylan's been a good boy all his life but there's this insurgent flame that has been burning inside him and it's waiting for the right moment to be let out. He doesn't know what or why but he knows that somethi...
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Foreign sounds bring me out from the deep sleep I was in.
As my eyes open, slowly, I notice a male's half-naked body walking around the bedroom. All the memories from yesterday burst out as if a dam had been broken, reminding me of all the shit that happened last night.
Dylan. Oh my god, what even happened last night?
Is he even OK?
I still my body and shut my eyes, hoping that whatever it is keeping him busy, won't make him notice I am awake and give me a moment to collect myself.
Shit. How am I even going to leave this place without him noticing?
Dean starts walking again this time around coming towards me. I feel his presence so close and it's confirmed when his hand takes the piece of hair out of my face.
Stay still.
I need to stay still.
"You'll probably be out for another half an hour, won't you darling? It still gives me time for a shower," he mumbles to himself. "I need a shower after all of that exercise."
Walking back to the opposite side of the room, I listen to him rustling with his clothes. I take a peek, and struggle to contain a gasp as I notice his arms scattered with scratches.
Where the hell did he get those? I am almost sure his arms were clean last night.
Shit, did he and Dylan fight last night?"
Willing my body to stay still for a little bit longer, I wait until he enters the bathroom, shuts the door softly and starts to run the water. Is only then that, when I know the sound of the shower will drown the ones I make, I slowly get up.
Walking as silently as possible around the bedroom, I find my phone, with a cracked screen on the dresser. Picking it up, I stop just a moment to watch myself in the mirror.
Yesterday's clothes and shoes are on thank goodness. And despite the crazy hair and smudged makeup, the only thing I have on my mind is how I spend the entire night out, while Dean and Abby were doing god-knows-what to Dylan.
The closing tap of the shower inside snaps me out of my fingers, urging me to open the door and run down the hall. I don't bother closing the door after me or waiting for the damn lift. I run and run, choosing to go down the five flights of stairs, without looking back until I reach the lobby.
Even then, I run outside, ignoring the weird looks everyone is giving me, onto the street. However, there is something that stops me on my track, once I reach the outside world.
Right across the road, on the upfront hotel, a big ambulance has this first responder closing the back doors while the second one climbs into the driver seat. Panic sets in.
"Who is that?" I yell, running to him.
"Are you family?" He asks, calmer than I 'D think he would be.
