Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 19

Warnings: Contains themes of suicide

Dylan’s P.O.V.

I was in the kitchen, making me and Sam a P.B. and J. I didn’t care what it takes, this girl was going to eat. She had been in my bed for over a week, only getting up to shower or use the restroom. She ate more than me so I knew she had to be starving…I know how she is when she is upset but she has to eat something!

I took the two plates and walked up the stairs to my room. I opened my door with my foot and walked in, sitting her sandwich on the small table next to my bed. I sat mine on my desk before sitting down on my mattress and shaking her lightly.

“Sammy, I brought you some food.” I hummed.

She shook me off and buried her self farther under my blanket. “I’m not hungry.” She mumbled.

“Sammy you have to eat. Please.” I begged.

“Just leave me alone.” She whispered. She shut her eyes before covering herself completely with the blanket.

I sighed and got up from the bed. I didn’t know what to do anymore. How to get her out of this…shell she was in. She was barely a person anymore. Or at least not Sam. I know what she’s feeling though. I was the same, if not worse, when my Mom died. Except, at the time, I thought she died from a car wreck. I didn’t know that her and my Uncle were slaughtered by vampires. That was kept a secret from me until about a month ago. But Sam actually found her Mom…I can’t even imagine how much this is killing her.

For the first time I actually feel lucky.

I walked down the steps and into the living room. I sat down on the couch and regretted my decision when my Dad waltzed in. I didn’t want to be around him lately. All he ever talked about was the European boys that lived next door to Sam. Planning his attack, and it exhausted me. Caroline just died, yes stopping them was a priority, but Sam didn’t even seem concerned about revenge. She just needed comfort, and my Dad didn’t get that.

“Dylan, I think I have a plan, a way to make it look like an accident. You and Sam said they had a basement right?”

I just shrugged. “Yeah?”

“Okay, I break in through there, and start picking them off one by one, and then afterwards torch the place. Police will just think it’s a simple house fire. They have their hands full, they won’t be snooping around asking questions.”

I just shrugged at him again and looked down at my hands.

“Are you even listening?” He asked.

“…I just can’t believe you’re doing this again…” I mumbled.

“Doing what? Dylan, what’re you talking about?”

I stood up and waved at him. “This! Shutting yourself off again! Putting all your precious time into “work”. Except this time you don’t have to hide what you really do.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Dad, you did this after Mom and Allen died. Cut yourself off, didn’t let yourself feel it.”

“I felt it. I felt the pain, and the heartache, and then I felt the pleasure from killing the fangers that did it!”

“Yeah well I felt it too Dad…” I started to walk off but he caught up to me and grabbed my arm, making me turn around to face him.

“What do you mean?”

“Mom died, and I had to go through it all on my own. And you know who was there for me? Caroline, Sam’s Mom. She took care of me, treated me like her son. And now she’s gone, and Sam is broken, and you’re doing it all over again. Leaving me to clean up the emotional mess.”