Sins of the Brother (On Hold)

Heart To Heart

Author’s Notes:

 I tried to edit this part to keep it PG-13.  I hope you like it .

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Chapter 6 

Dylan P.O.V

 The supermarket was packed.  Who knew there would be so much people on a Sunday morning? My trolley was in bumper to bumper traffic somewhere in the middle of an aisle. I looked at my listing to see what remained.  Cereal, Milk and Beer.

I let out a frustrated sigh and took a couple steps when the trolley in front of me moved. I need to get out of there. Maybe I could park the trolley somewhere and just run through the aisle and get what I need? No sooner than I had that thought, someone’s trolley crashed into mine.

“Hey!” I said as my gaze snapped to a pair of angry eyes. Abby.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a sickly sweet voice. “Oh, wait, no I’m not.”

“What’s your problem, Abby?” I asked her as I sighed.

“I have several problems actually and my biggest one has to do with you,” she said, pointing at me.

‘Oh, you’re in trouble,’ my inner voice sang.

‘Why, I didn’t do anything,’ I thought. ‘Well, besides the obvious. God I’m confused about Friday night.’

“Look, do we have to do this here,” I asked as I noticed people were becoming very interested in our conversation.

I’m going to cash for my stuff,” she told me as she turned her trolley away. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

“Fine,” I nodded. “I’ll see you outside.”

‘You know she is going to kick your ass right?’ the voice inside my head said.

‘Shut up. I can’t deal with you right now.’ I thought

‘You have to deal with me. I am you,’ it said again.

I didn’t bother to answer this time.

I parked my trolley at the head of the lane and ran through for what I needed.  Twenty minutes later I exited the supermarket I notice the rain from earlier had eased and the sun was trying to peep through the still grey sky. I found Abby leaned on the bonnet of my car. I didn’t even realize she knew what I drove.

I glanced in her direction, noticing she didn’t have her bags with her. I stashed my stuff in the back seat. Before I came back to the front and leaned next to her, looking anywhere but at her.

“What do you want to talk about?” I finally asked her.

“What is your angle?” she demanded. “I mean, you can’t go around playing with people feelings like that.”

Whoa, what is she talking about?’ I thought.

Isn’t it obvious?

No, I have no clue what she is talking about.”

“What are you talking about Abby?” I asked honestly bewildered.

“Why are you guys so dense,” she asked sounding frustrated.

“Look I could do without the abuse ok. Just spill it out for me,” I told her getting irritated.

“I’m talking about Friday night, you moron” she told me quietly. “Answer me this: Do you like Payts?”