Doing It Wrong. (A Dylan Hyde Fanfiction) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 8

*Natalie's POV* 

I barely got any sleep last night. I just, idk what happened. He kissed me, and then he left. Like what? I don't know what to feel right now. Do I feel happy because Dylan Hyde kissed me, or do I feel sad because right after he ran out? Fucking hell. I threw on sweatpants and put my hair up. I'm bumming it to school. I got ate breakfast and said told my mom I loved her and left. When I got off the bus and went to my locker, I wondered if things would be awkward between me and Dylan today. Walking to English some random jock decided to trip me for a laugh. Asshole. I picked up all the books I dropped and sat down in my seat in the classroom. Dylan walked in the classroom and sat down in his seat. He didn't look over or anything. He pulled out his phone and stayed on it. The class started right away but I felt like I needed some answers so I turned towards him in the middle of the lesson. "Hi." I said. Simple hi, that's all. "Hey." he replied, not looking up from his phone. "We gonna talk or what?" I questioned. "We're talking right now." he scoffed, still not looking up. Wait are you fucking serious? What the hell? "Whatever Dylan." "Be like that then." he added. Great. Just great. You can't trust anyone can you?  People fucking change. And it's shit. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. I don't wanna be here right now. I'm walking home, and nobody is going to fucking stop me from leaving this shit school. I got home quickly, because it was a short walk. My mom was at work, so I grabbed a water and I decided I was gonna lie down, maybe take a nap or something. I fell asleep and woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. I went to opened the door to see two police officers standing there. "Are you miss Natalie Harris?" What did I do now, fuck. "Yes I am, is everything alright?" one of the cops sighed and looked up at me. "No, miss Natalie, I'm afraid your mother has been in an accident." My stomach dropped and my knees became weak. "What do you mean accident? What's wrong with my mom!? Is she alright?!" Tears came to my eyes. "It was a car accident, and I'm so sorry to say your mother died on impact." No, please no. This can't be happening, no. It feels like someone just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I closed the door. I can't deal with that. No way. I slid down, back against the door. I put my face in my hands and started to cry. I screamed profanities and got up. I slammed my room door and started to scream. My knees felt so weak. I sat down in bed and just looked at the picture of my mom and I on my nightstand. Tears rolled down my cheeks. After what felt like an hour of crying my eyes out I fell asleep. I'm so exhausted, physically and emotionally. My mother is gone. She left me. Who do I go to now? I woke up again with the sound of pounding on my door. It was about 5pm now. Tears automatically started to fall again. Who could it be now? I opened the door to see Dylan on my doorstep. He pushed past me into my living room. "Excuse me? What the fuck are you doing?" I looked at him, wiping my tears away. He looked at me. There was a darkness in his eyes. "Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you have to come with me, that's all." He went to my room and I followed him, confused as shit. He grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and started to grab some of my clothes from my drawers. "What the fuck is happening here Dylan?" he grabbed some more stuff and shoved it in the bag. He turned and looked at me, his face inches away from mine. "I said no questions." he said intimidatingly. After looking at him with fear in my eyes I shook my head. "No Dylan, it doesn't fucking work like that." He went to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and stuff I'd need. I just followed him, "Wait what the hell, stop it!" I yelled trying to get his attention. He kept shoving stuff in the bag. "I'm not fucking moving away Dylan what the fuck!?" He paid no mind to me. When he was done he went to the kitchen and grabbed a water and an apple and handed it to me. "Let's go." he said, grabbing my forearm. I tried struggling out of his grasp but his strength overpowered me. He pulled me out of the house and into the passenger seat of a car. He pulled away from my house and started to drive away. I sat there, shocked. "This is like kidnapping you realize that, don't you?" He stood silent, continuing to drive. He clearly wasn't going to tell me anything. "Dylan, please. What's going on." I pleaded, wanting to know. He sighed and ran his hand through his dirty blonde curls. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, and started to smoke it. "Do you trust me, Natalie?" he questioned. "Yeah, I do." I answered. But did I? All I knew is that I wanted answers. "Good, then I'll explain everything later," he looked over at me. "You just have to trust me." I put my hand in my face and started to cry again, this is too much in one day. He put his hand on my leg. "Everything will be fine, I promise."

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hi guys, well lots of people have been saying i needed to write longer chapters, so here ya go! lots more to come. if you guys wouldn't mind, follow me on twitter? ~@fabnarrytbh. thanks so much and i hope you enjoy reading this fanfic as much as i enjoy writing it xoxo