Last Summer || Damon & Brylan

Thirty-one || Brylan

FOUR MONTHS LATER
Present

'You crushed her hand?' Holy shit.

Pulling up to his driveway, he explained how he knew about the photos. I never really told him myself because I couldn't face it. I preferred being oblivious because what if it was exactly what I thought it was? If he made it clear that my assumption was right I don't know how I would've reacted. I was scared of getting hurt by someone I loved.

'I didn't crush her hand. It was fine.' Frowning he pulls out his key before turning to look at me. 'I didn't hit her. If that's what you're asking.'

'No no! That's not...wouldn't it make you look bad? It'll look like you tried to...' There we go. The unwelcomed gutting feeling, fills me up once again. Guilt. 'I don't want people to think badly of you because of me.'

'I don't care. I don't know those people and she was unharmed. People already know we aren't on good terms.' He playfully tugs at the strap of my dress to cool me down. 'All her bones stayed intact, it was just cramped for a little bit. I know because I went around and apologized.'

'Did you actually?' That's out of charecter for him.
Usually he just lets it be. Hoping the situation brushes over or fixes itself so more his niche.

Shrugging innocently, I punch him in the arm. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to tell that he's lying. 'Okay I sent her a text. Honestly I didn't want to look her in the eye that soon. Still don't if I do yet. Im just so frustrated. I lost so much time with you because of what? She felt like it?'

Biting my tongue I get out of the car. Using my body language to tell him I want to go inside he follows. It's pretty late out so he's quiet when he opens the door with his spare key. It doesn't help anything at all since all the downstairs lights are on when he opens the door.

'Hey mom.' His response is automatic before he can even get the door all the way open. I'm not sure how things work between him and his parents but oddly enough he knew she'd be there.

'It's late. Where were you? You can't just wonder off like that.' Her concern is displayed all over her face, it's so cute how she's pretty much forgotten Damon's age. She speaks to him as if he's still a high-school freshman who's trying to act grown instead of the almost legal adult he is.

'I'm okay, I promise. I live alone in a different state and I'm not used having to check with you when I go to par—'

'Brylan?' She acknowledges me. I hadn't even realized that I'd stepped into her viewpoint. I thought I was far enough behind Damon for her not to see me. 'That dress looks beautiful oh my...where did you go?'

'Um.' I don't really want to explain that I was at a party. My parents didn't really get the heads up.

'Where you two together?' She narrows her eyes. Together? Her assuming that is way worse, if my parents found out I was dating someone I'd be skinned. I'm not allowed to date until I'm married which is a little contradicting if you ask me.