Stuck in the middle

3. Stuck in the Middle

I woke up with a start.

Why the heck did I have a dream like that? Never have I dreamt something so cruel. I'm just really glad it was all just a dream and that I hadn't been sexually harassed. I like Sean and I didn't want him to be a jerk like that. I also don't want Dylan to be angry.

I rolled onto my back and looked at the dark ceiling. I sighed and tried to find sleep again.

Suddenly I heard something being thrown at my window.

I took a sharp intake of breath.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the window.

"Who is it?" I asked leaning out the window when I opened it. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared at the ground.

"I'll be asking the questions around here," they responded.

"Dylan?" I asked, my stomach dropping.

I was secretly hoping it was Sean.

"Naw," he said sarcastically. "It's Santa Clause. Who do you think?"

"Well-"

"No I know who. You thought it was your boyfriend huh?" Dylan says.

"Boyfriend?" I asked confused.

"Don't play stupid. I saw you flirting with that guy at the beach."

"I wasn't-"

"Just make sure he doesn't fuck with you. You know what'll happen."

"Ok but-"

"Come down here. I'm tired of looking up. My neck hurts."

"Dylan!" I yelled annoyed.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk?"

"Of course."

"First of all, why are you down there?"

"We're sneaking out," he said and I could could just sense the grin on his face.

"What if I don't want to go out," I whined.

"You have no choice. Dress nice. I'll be waiting for you down the street," he said in a creepy voice.

"Don't do that!" I said freaked out.

He would use that voice on me when we were little kids and as usual I would start panicking.

Dylan laughed. "Still scared? I thought you were over that."

I growled at him.

"Be out in five," I simply said.

"Wait!" I said sticking my head back out the window. "How do I get down?"

"Door?"

"Oh," I muttered lamely and he chuckled.

I quickly put on my usual summer dress along with a cardigan and wedge sandals. Something cute, my style, and something Dylan would somewhat approve of.

I snuck out of the house quietly debating whether to lock the door or not. I decided to leave it locked. Dylan will find us a way in. .

I walked down the street with the darkness creeping up on me. I surveyed the area and got goosebumps. I reached a street lamp post down the block and waited under the light.

Suddenly someone clamped their hand to my mouth and I screamed but it was muffled against their palm.

I started to struggle but it was no use. I bit the hand covering my mouth and he released me. I spun around ready to attack but the guy was grinning at me.