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#14 Dylan O'Brien - The Accident

Y/n POV
If someone would have told me a broken man would come knocking at my door at four in the morning, maybe I would have opened the door without the grumpy attitude. Especially when that 'broken man' happens to be my best friend in the whole wide world.

"Dylan," I stated upon opening the door to my apartment.

To put things into simpler terms, he looked like a fucking mess. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know what happened to him on set that got him hospitalized for a couple of days, but this looks much worse.

"Can I come in?" he manages to say through his hoarse voice and the stream of tears that are running down his face.

"Yeah, of course," I said without a second thought.

Immediately after walking in, Dylan went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer.

"Hey, what are your thoughts about me quitting acting for a change?" he asks, out of the blue, after taking a swig of the beer.

After taking a moment to think of what to say, I answer back. "I would say to think it over before making a decision like that, then I would ask what led to that thought."

"Life is what led to that thought," he answers. "I don't think I can do this anymore.. I don't see any of this getting any better.. I am not okay, y/n, and I am so far from okay that I don't think there is even a word to describe what I am feeling because I am feeling every emotion at once. First, there is the accident on set that fucked up my face. Then, I come home to my girlfriend fucking someone else whenever I reached out for her comfort because I thought she loved me. And, now, there is her dumb excuse for cheating by saying I was the one who cheated first with you. Apparently, in her eyes, I fucked my best friend which, we both know, isn't true."

As he rambled, I tried to process everything that he was saying in order to make sense of what's going on. Then, it finally came together.

"Wait, Britt cheated?" I concluded.

"Yep," he confirmed. "I caught her in the act because, due to my injuries, I got off of work earlier than what she expected. So, now, here I am, losing my goddamn mind over my life falling apart."

Seeing Dylan act like this, breaks my heart. Everything that he has done, all the great things he has done, somehow led him to the most shittiest year ever.

He doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this.

"Dylan, I-" I tried to get out, but got interrupted by Dylan throwing the beer bottle in his hand, only for the bottle to get shattered into a million pieces against the wall behind me.

"Fuck this, shit. Fuck all of this," he sobbed and slowly slid down the back of the wall. "Why is this happening? Why is anything of this happening? I just- I don't know what went wrong."

His emotional breakdown is just spiraling out of control right now. Clearly, he has been keeping a lot of this pain and hurt pent up for awhile.

As I slowly approach him and kneeled down in front of him, I slowly lowered his hands that were over his face. Upon my actions, he looked up at me, which allowed me to reach over and wipe the tears off of his face that never seem to stop flowing.

"Look, I know I don't have the answers you're looking for," I calmly spoke, "but I can tell you that you don't deserve any of this. You are one of the most caring, loving, and humble guys I know so, for Britt to accuse you of cheating to justify why she cheated, is such a bitch move. And, if I'm being completely honest here, I always thought she was a bitch, I didn't want to say anything because I had no right to interfere with you guys' relationship. I mean, she didn't even care about the accident you had on set. I tried to contact her about it, but all she did was ignore the countless of times I called and texted her because she always seemed to hate me for being in the picture. And, with the accident, it was only that: an accident. However, I think we both know this is more about Britt anyway with how she didn't seem to care to show up at the hospital or to even contact me after I reached out about the situation. Hell, even Thomas, Ki, Will, and Kaya tried to contact her and never got a response back. To me, it seems she was in it for the sex and nothing more."

Then, I stopped myself from continuing on because I am definitely far from comforting him.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologize as I removed my hands from his face. "Uhh.. when did you last sleep?"

"Almost 48 hours ago," he responds after thinking it through. "Actually, no, it was more than 48 hours ago."

"Well, why don't you take my bed and sleep for however long you feel and, then, we can continue this conversation tomorrow," I recommend while standing back up on my feet.

"Why, because you feel guilty for laying everything out on the table?"

I pause for a moment, long enough for me to give the answer to him without muttering a single word.

"Y/n, I felt like physically hurting her for what she did. I almost did physically hurt her, but I ended up getting home and punching a hole in the wall instead. Plus, there are several broken glasses scattered around in my house, as well as, the beer bottle I just threw against your wall. Truth be told, hearing your voice going on and on about your view on this mess was enough to calm me down. It... it made me want to kill her instead of myself."

I stopped myself dead in my tracks. "What are you talking about?"

Silence fell between us before he had the power to speak.

"I was about to do it. The whole reason why I came over was because I held a knife in my hands, and I.. I held it against my wrist. Every night for the past week this went on. I never actually cut myself, but.. I almost did it."

Hearing this caused me to cry. "Why didn't you come to me sooner?"

"Because I panicked. I was ashamed, I was heartbroken, and I didn't want to throw my problems onto you."

"That's bullshit," I bitterly commented. "You do realize we've been through something like this before, right? You know, the day you found out about all the cuts and slits on my wrists and thighs? How I said that I didn't want to throw my problems onto you after you were upset that I didn't come to you sooner? Dylan, we are repeating and reliving past events right now."

"Yes, I know, except, this time, I didn't actually go through with it like you did," he bitterly fires back with, but immediately regrets it the moment he realized what he said. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I just... I'm tired, okay? I'm just so fucking tired of all this shit."

"I know," I quietly say. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course, I know that," he says as he got the strength to stand back up. "I love you, too."

Walking over to him, I embraced him in a hug that he gladly accepted.

"Get some sleep. We can continue our therapy session tomorrow," I said after awhile.

My comment earned a slight chuckle from him. "Yeahh, okay. I'll try to, at least."