Chapter 2

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That's Damon. And this one is edited!
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"Wait what is going on here?" Dylan spoke up.

"Nic... Don't say anything " I told Nicolette.

" I deserve to know!" He demanded.
" You deserve nothing Dylan." I spat.

"Come on let's go guys, bye Daddy." My voice quivered as I took one last glance at the headstone.

"I deserve to know Alex. I want to know what is happening to you. I need to know" he rambled

"WHY THE HELL YOU EVEN HERE!!!!"

"I-I I came with Jace." He stuttered not knowing what to say.

"JACE DOESN'T HARDLY KNOW ME!! HE CAME WITH NIC!! HE IS NOT MY FRIEND" I screamed

"I I'm I uh just wanted to make sure you were ok!!"

"IF I WAS OK?!?!?! WE HATE EACH OTHER WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT!!! YOU KNOW WHAT I'M OUTTA HERE I-I need to get just outta here" The last part came out as a whisper. With that I bolted out of the graveyard ignoring Nicole's calls... I ran to my favorite place in the small town of Boswell, Washington (made up I don't know if it's real.) I ran to my Cliff where me and my dad used to come all the time it oversaw a lake which was beautiful. I heard leaves rustle behind me... yes it was Fall here in Washington, October to be exact. I heard footsteps rustling behind me.
"Dylan what are you doing here? Why did you follow me?" I said not turning around

" Its not Dylan. Alex I thought you hated him" the familiar voice spoke.

" Damon" I breathed out. " Dylan followed me to the cemetery. Damon. I need to tell you something."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mom is dead" I cried. Damon pulled me to his chest and let me cry.

" You and Abby are coming with me." He whispered. I just nodded I couldn't form any words.

" Alex we need to go to the hospital" I just silently nodded. Tears streaming down my face.
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