He Found Her.

Chapter 30.

Vintage knew what this conversation would be about. She was anxious to know, but dreading to find out. She already knew what the problem was.

"Come here, come sit." Ms. Delerose said in a calm manner.

Ms. Delerose didn't want to put stress on her daughter, especially since she was already to the point of attempting suicide. No parent wants their child to feel obligated to help them with bills and groceries, because every teen should enjoy their lives, and have fun. This teen was different. She wasn't about to watch her mom struggle.

"Mom, we tell eachother everything. So I'll tell you this. I already know. I saw the bill. I want to help. Dylan and I can get jobs and we can help and we can go half on it, and we can-"
Ms. Delerose cut her off.

"If I wanted that from you, I would have asked. I do not want you carrying my burdens. Losing my job was my responsibility, and it's my responsibility to pay this house off in full."

Vintage cringed. She hated the fact that they were struggling. Every family struggles, but they were barely even a family anymore; not without the main man in their lives; the husband and father, Mr. Delerose.

"Mom, I'm almost an adult anyway. I can make my own money and take charge of myself if that helps. That's the least I could do right? Just so you wouldn't have to worry about me? And you can get another job. We can look on your computer and-"

"Vintage, I do not need you to do anything. I do not need you to do anything for me. I do not need you to stress out because of my mistakes. Just worry about school. Get your education and make a life."

"What mistakes!? Mom your saying so much but your telling me nothing! Stop beating around the bush and tell me please? What mistakes?? What is wrong with you? What did you do? You never hide things. What were you talking to auntie Mary about? I overheard you! Why couldn't you tell ME? We keep secrets now?"

Ms. Delerose grew more frustrated because she saw how this was taking a toll on herself and her daughter.

"Look, I will have this taken care of okay? Don't worry. Go on upstairs. I have to make a few phone calls."

Vintage smacked her teeth and punched the table. She punched it so hard it left her knuckles bleeding.

She ran upstairs and slammed her door. She just remembered she hadn't heard from Dylan since earlier today. She slid her phone screen to the right to unlock it. She smiled at the thought of her password. It was the day that her and Dylan started dating. She went to her recents and clicked on his name.

The phone rang twice and then sent her to voicemail. She figured Dylan did that purposely so she got a little hot headed.

What the hell is he doing. Why would he send me to voicemail, especially since he's not home and it's almost 10 o'clock at night.

She called Dylan's phone a total of 8 more times, and out of those 4, it went straight to voicemail. It didn't even ring. She text him and it said it delivered. She text him again and again and they were all delivering.

She slammed her phone on her dresser and snatched her hair to the back to put it in a ponytail.

I really don't need this right now!

What if he was with another girl? What if they were doing the things that him and I do? I swear to god...

Her phone started ringing and it was Dylan.

"Where the HELL are you? And why is it so loud in the background?"

Dylan was talking to someone else and he told them to turn the music down.

"Who are you talking to? What music, where are you?

He was very hesitant on answering.

"DYLAN!"

"Oh hey babe, I'm sorry I'm so late. I ran into my best friend at Venture! We go way back to 7th grade."

What the hell.

"Who's your best friend? And why didn't you respond to me texts?

He was basically yelling at her over the phone. It sounded like the windows were down.

"Her name is Rebecca. And I wasn't really around my phone, I'm sorry."

So he's with another girl..he couldn't even get in touch with me. All you have to say is sorry..?

Vintage hung up her phone in his face.

How the hell does he put me on hold for another female? I thought I was his best friend? I though we were supposed to hang out.

So many insecurities..The mental torture started then.