He Found Her.

Chapter 34.

Dylan and Vintage were approaching the lake.

As soon as the two got out of the jeep, he heard a familiar voice call his name. It was that soft voice that he used to hear when he was a little boy; the voice that woke him up in the morning and told him to come eat breakfast. He glanced over his left shoulder, just to see his mother standing there hopelessly.

Vintage was talking to Dylan this whole time but its like his brain was stuck. She didn't even notice the smug expression on his face, she was too caught up in getting her thoughts out to him.

Once he noticed it was his mom, he felt the situation was rather pathetic.

"Why are you even here?" He said to his mom in an impatient manner.

Vintage finally stopped talking about whatever she was talking about, and looked in the direction Dylan was looking in. Once she recognized who it was, she felt herself cringe inside.

His mom stood there with a crooked smile on her face like she didn't know what she wanted to say back to him.

Vintage whispered to him, "Dylan, what is she doing here? Did you tell her to come here?"

Dylan grabbed Vin's left arm and put her behind him. He walked over closer to his mom, keeping a big gap between them.

"Dylan, I'm-"

Dylan put his hand up signaling his mom to say no more.

"I'm confused. You know, I really don't understand you. One minute you go to bat for this son of a bitch guy, neglect me, wanted literally NOTHING to do with me, but now your here. Why?"

His moms eyes were flooded with tears. He could notice the guilt in her face. It made him feel bad and he tried not to give into her because he knew she was full of complete and total shit, but it just wasn't working. He still had a soft spot somewhere for his mom.

He stood there. Literally just stood there. Still; numb, waiting for a legit answer. He was getting impatient.

"I'm happy where I am. If your here to-" his mom cut him off.

"I'm dying..Dylan. I'm sick." Dylan swallowed very fast and his eyes got kind of wide. It completely caught him off guard.

"What do you mean your fucking dying? YOU mom..YOU died a long time ago."

Vintage noticed Dylan's frustration. She just stood there analyzing the veins in his arms that looked like they were about to buss out of his skin. She was hesitant on if she wanted to move towards his mom, she didn't trust her at all considering what she pulled at the hospital. For all she knew, she could have a gun hidden somewhere on her body and wanted to kill them both.

"Dylan. I'm sick, okay. Listen to me; I'm Dying. I'm ill. Derek..- " she paused for a second. "He drugged me last night and I woke up this morning and my house was rams hacked, he was gone. I need you there at home."

Dylan was looking at her like she was the most pathetic human being he's ever spoken a word to.

"Is this really your way of wanting me to come home?? You would stoop THIS low? Did you follow me here?? Who knows what the hell you've been doing. Watching me? What the fuck ever, look, mom I'm not doing it. It's not going to work. I'm happy where I am. I don't want to be home with you, and I damn sure don't want to be talking to you right now. This was supposed to be a great day for me and look; you popped up. You ruin EVERYTHING for me, just stay away from me. You didn't want me before, don't come back just because your support left you. Find someone else to cater to you, because it won't be me anymore."

The words flowing from Dylan's mouth made him feel empowered. He's never held his ground with his mom like this before. He spoke his mind and felt damn good about it.

His mom stood there in disbelief. She never knew she would hear those words from, what she assumed was a weak minded young man.

"Hmph, I don't need you anyway, actually NEVER did! I should of did more drugs when I was pregnant with you."

"Mom, your FUCKING delusional."

That set Vintage off. She had to say something to her. She walked up to Dylan and his mother. Dylan heard her foot steps and turned to her holding her by both of her arms. He barely glanced at his mom before pulling vintage to the side.

"Vintage, don't. It isn't your place."

"But sh-"

"Stop, please. It isn't your place. Something is seriously wrong with my mom. We have to do something. Look at her."

Vintage looked to her left to see his mom scratching through her hair. She did look kind of lost, beaten and abused. Something might have actually happened. That still didn't make Vintage feel bad..at all.

"Just get in the backseat of the car. I'll drive. We have to admit her into rehab or something."

"Okay. Hopefully she stays there. I don't trust her. It isn't safe for her to try to come back into your life..not this way. Or even at all in my opinion."

Dylan walked over to his mom. "Get in the passenger seat of the car. Cooperate."

"Why do yo-"

"Just SHUT UP, and GET IN."

His mom was not complying at all. He took it into his own hands to firmly grab her by her arm and practically drag her to the car. He buckled her seat belt and made sure it was secure and tight.

Vintage was in the back seat, all eyes on Dylan's mom.

"So, this crazy lady is in my moms car. Do I tell her about this?"
Dylan's mom glanced back at Vintage with a smug look on her face. Vintage didn't hesitate to give her a nasty look back.

"Hey lady, your in MY moms car. You came here, look straight ahe-"

"Not yet." Dylan responded in a monotone voice cutting Vintage off mid-sentence.

Fuck. Vintage didn't like this at all.