Fragile heart. [Dylan O'Brien]

Chapter 14

TW-same as the other chapter.

-"Come on let's sit on the couch instead. I'm gonna get you some fresh clothes. I'll be back don't worry." Dylan walks away and quickly comes back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

He places the clothes next to me.

-"The bathroom is to the left." Dylan points where the bathroom is.

I nod and walk towards it.

I remove my clothes.

I look at myself in the mirror.

I look like a mess.

My face is covered in bruises, just like my body.

There's blood on my clothes.

There's blood everywhere.

I take a shower then put on the clothes.

When I'm supposed to walk back to the living room I hear something.

Crying?

Is Dylan crying?

I walk into the living room.

I notice how he quickly wipes tears away.

He's not the emotional type.

He doesn't like showing emotions.

I sit on the couch.

I just stare on the wall.

-"I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." Dylan speaks.

-"Thank you." My voice is quiet and small.

-"Do you want me to call anyone? Miles? Your friend, uhm Cassie?" Dylan asks me.

I shake my head.

The last thing I want is that Miles or Cassie gets this information.

Miles is gonna go crazy.

-"You can tell me what happened. Just if you want to, you don't have to." He reassures.

I should tell him.

-"I-I texted you before. Uhm, after that I decided that I had to go here so I could get my key to the house.." I take a deep breath.

-"It was around half past 2 and as soon as I was supposed to walk into the building a man pushed me to the ground. He hit me. He kicked me and.." I cry again.

-"Shh it's okay just let it out." He hugs me, tight.

I let it all out.

Dylan's POV:

I'm such a fucking dork.

If I would've just woke up when she texted me I could've went to her apartment and give the key to her. Now it's my fault. Everything. It's my fault this happened to her. If I would've woke up this would've never happened. Miles is gonna kill me. He's super overprotective when it comes to Elizabeth.

When I saw her outside my door my heart shattered.

She looked so scared.

I've never seen her that destroyed.

Now this will hunt her for life.

And it's my fault.

Can I do something right in life?

But I can't tell her I feel guilty.

She needs someone to be there for her now.

And that someone is me.

She doesn't want her mom.

She doesn't want her dad.

She doesn't need her sisters either.

She needs me.

And I'm gonna be here for her.

Elizabeth's POV:

Dylan left me alone in his bedroom.

He said I should rest.

I tried.

I can't.

Every time I close my eyes, it's like everything is happening over and over again.

I don't want to be annoying against Dylan.

He just needed his sleep and now I'm here.

But I can't be alone.

I'm gonna have a panic attack.

I can't.

I walk out to the couch where Dylan is supposed to be asleep.

Dylan isn't sleeping.

I snuggle up next to him.

-"I'm sorry, I should've woke up and answered your texts."

Does he feel guilty?

-"It's not your fault." I tell him.

It isn't.

It's no one's fault.

Just the disgusting man who did it.

-"Can you call my mom and you know, explain to her?" I ask him.

-"Of course." He holds my hand hand picks up his phone.

He calls my mom.

I don't want him to leave me alone again so I hold his hand.

He's talking to my mom.

I listen to what he's saying.

-"I'm really sorry I wasn't there to protect her... yeah... mhm... she's here now... I can ask her..."

Dylan turns to me and puts the phone down.

-"Your mom wants to talk to you." He says.

I shake my head.

-"I can't. Please not now. Please." I beg while crying,

-"No no no you don't have to. Okay? She can wait." Dylan says.

He talks to my mom again.

-"She doesn't feel ready to talk about it yet... Yeah I will... I will take care of her...Bye." Dylan hangs up.

-"She's gonna hate me because I didn't talk to her." I wipe a tear away.

-"She won't. She understands Lizzie." Dylan smiles at me.

I like when he calls me Lizzie.

It sounds cute when he says it.

-"Thank you for taking care of me."

-"I will always take care of you. I promise." He tangles our fingers together.

I'm grateful to have him.

I don't feel ready to talk with Cassie or my family.

Not yet.

I'm happy he's here.

Thank you Dylan.