Broken Embrace

Chapter 11

Throughout the whole night I couldn't get more than 15 minutes of sleep because every time that I would close my eyes I would remember the blood spilling from under Dylan's shirt. I think that it was okay to say that the events of last night were giving me nightmares.

I picked up my phone and checked the time. 4:45. Only 5 minutes had passed since I checked the time.

I decided that if I couldn't sleep because of Dylan, I wouldn't let him sleep either.

I hate you.

I texted, hoping that I'll wake him but that wasn't very likely because he was probably fast asleep, not bothered by what happened.

Why so harsh? :(

He texted back almost instantly. I guess I was wrong about him not being bothered by what happened.

I'm angry. That's why.

I typed furiously. My phone screen was only a few more letters away from cracking.

It's 4:50, u should be sleeping.

Who is he to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing? It's his fault anyway.

I would be if you didn't show up all bloody.

After that there was no quick reply. I got out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Megan and put my big hoodie over my tank top so that it covered my shorts. I figured that there was no point of me going back to sleep so I crept to the kitchen to get myself some food.

I started rummaging through the cupboards looking for something to snack on. Last night Megan and I transformed into pigs and ate all the candy and 4 bags of chips. Surprisingly neither of us were sick after that.

Sadly Megan's cupboards were empty just like her fridge. I swear these people live on a take out only diet.

I was walking to the living room which was located right next to the front door, when I heard faint tapping on the door. I dismissed it as leaves and twigs that the wind was blowing against the door and walked into the living room, jumping on the sofa.

I reached over to get the remote control when I heard the same tapping but this time it was louder, more like somebody was knocking on the door.

Dear God please don't let me die today.

I slowly stood up from the sofa and walked out of the living room, I was about to dart for the stairs when my phone buzzed way too loudly, scaring the living hell out of me.

Open up.

I'm going to kill him!

"What the fuck?" I whisper-yelled at him, opening the door. He was standing in front of me with his hands tucked in his pockets.

"Get dressed and come out." He said calmly and walked back to his bike and leaned against it. At this point I was really hoping that it would fall over.

"Are you crazy? Where are you going to take me?" I asked. He just shrugged his shoulders and lit up his cigarette.

I wanted to slam the door but I knew that I'd wake Megan and her dad so I thought it was best to contain my anger and closed it quietly. When the door was closed and I was alone in the darkness I pinched myself just to make sure that I wasn't in my nightmare.