When I Met Polly

Chapter 20

I lie my head back on Dylan's car seat. He had been driving by when he had spotted me stranded. I want to cry, but I can't. I just lay there, as hollow as an empty bottle, just staring at the vivacious traffic.
"So..." Says Dylan, clearing his throat. I groan and close my eyes.
"I'm okay," I lie before he can say anything more.
"Sure," he says, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to school?" I look down to my watch it's 6.15.
"Yep," I reply with a sigh, before closing my eyes and nestling back into the seat.
"Look Abby, I get that you don't want to talk about it, but I hate seeing you like this. Your normally always so happy and..." He turns to me, my eyes fill up with tears.
"Not always," I choke out, I don't know why I'm so emotionally broken, but everything is becoming a mess again and threatening to go back. I squeeze my eyes shut to prevent tears. Dylan pulls over and stares at me.
"Abby," he says sternly. "Tell me what's wrong," he pleads. I look over to him.
"It's really nothing Dylie," I say, trying to soften him with our nicknames. He shakes his head and sighs before pulling out from the side of the road and slipping back into the traffic. His knuckles are white from his aggressive grip on the steering wheel. I look to him with softened eyes, I am being bitchy, he has picked me up from the side of the road, with me only in my pyjamas. "I'm sorry," I say patting his shoulder, he stares at the road with dead eyes.
"We normally tell each other everything, and lately I feel like I hardly know you, when your like a sister to me," he sighs. I bite my lip, and lower my head.
"I know," I say quietly. "I know that I should be more honest, it's just It's hard, I mean I love you lots Dylie but it's still hard to talk about things, especially when they involve my past and-"
"Was it him?" He says coldly, I turn to him, bewildered.
"Him being..." I look to him expectantly.
"That Alex guy from yesterday?" He elaborates. I inwardly smile almost in shame, I should be ashamed, I should have never gone near him. I nod slowly. Dylan sighs disappointedly. "Why Abby?"
"I don't know, I got locked out and he seemed to be...different," I say, trailing off at the end. Dylan shakes his head, and looks out his window.
"So what happened, he get bored?" He questions.
"Well, he asked for my forgiveness and I declined, so he got peed and kicked me out," I explain. Dylan narrows his eyes.
"What did he expect? He's a total dickhead," he growls. I offer him a small smile, pleasing for forgiveness. Dylan sighs and shakes his head with a smirk. "Don't worry I forgive you," he sighs. I punch the air.
"I'm just too amazing not to forgive, I mean what would you do without me, I'm frickin-" Dylan smacks a hand over my mouth to silence me. I bite his finger and he snaps his hand away.
"Ouch!" He exclaims. "My fake girlfriends feisty!" I chatter my teeth like a wild dog and he let's out a laugh.

School has been a quiet day, all I to do is crawl into my bed and binge on Netflix and Malteasers. I squeeze my fist as I am reminded of Al... You know what I'm not even going to say their name. They don't deserve me to think it! I lie back in Sabrina's car seat as she and Lennox have gone to the local shop to buy us all drinks. I look back to Holly, she is watching me, carefully. I offer a smile and she just shakes her head.
"What's wrong?" She questions. I hate those words, for some reason those words just made me want to curl up into a ball.
"Nothing, I'm good," I reply, forcing my best grin. She shakes her head again and I roll my eyes.
"No your not, what's wrong?" She question. My eyes flicker up to meet hers again.
"Holly, please I'm just tired, life is good, I'm good!" I declare. She sighs exasperatedly.
"Then why is it, that sometimes when I catch you off guard your eyes are sad?" She inquires. I lift my hands up exasperatedly.
"Seriously, I'm sorry if I have sad eyes, but everything's good. It's not really me you should be interrogating," I point out. She cocks an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" She hisses. I sigh and look down to my fingers, I haven't forgotten about when Sabrina cried, today she seemed normal, she seems to want to avoid the topic, but I know there is something.
"Something's not right with Sabrina,"I sigh lifting my gaze to meet the ceiling. Holly frowns.
"Not right? Not right how?" She questions, I bit my lip.
"She cried yesterday, on the way home, and I just have no idea why," I sigh and look over to Holly. Holly's narrowed her eyes in thought, she opens her mouth to suggest something but shakes her head and sits back.
"Yeah, that's weird," she observes, puffing out her cheeks. I nod in agreement and sink back into thoughts. I decide I'll think totally random things to distract my mind from all the chaos life is serving me.