Broken Embrace

Chapter 16

(A/N ~ I know it's been a while but I hope you enjoy this chapter and that the a/n at the end answers some of your questions)

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I asked. I was getting really tired of being referred to as 'princess'. I do have a name and I don't think that princess is the word that I would use if I met myself.

"It suits you." He answered, tipping the vodka bottle over. After he was done he handed it to me and I took a sip of it.

We have been sitting here for an hour, taking turns drinking from the vodka bottle and asking each other questions.

"I would strongly disagree," I chuckled.

"Who did this to you?" I asked changing the topic and pointing to his lip. The room went silent.  He gave me a look that said you're pushing it but I really wanted to know.

"Why won't you tell me?" I asked him confused. What was so bad that he couldn't tell me?

"You need to stop asking me questions." He said through gritted teeth, I could see his face heating up and his eyes turning cold but for some reason it didn't scare me like it had before.

I felt sorry for him. I know how it feels to keep everything bottled up and not being able to let it out. It sucks. And the worst part about it is that the only person that you're hurting by doing that is yourself.

I felt a hand on my cheek and only then did I realize that tears were coming down my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" He asked. His face had softened and anger was replaced by guilt.

"I don't know." I whispered, looking at him. He stared back at me, keeping his hand on my cheek for a couple of seconds. Then he moved back and his eyes turned cold again.

"I'm sorry." Was all that he said before getting off the bed and walking out of the room.

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An hour had passed and I was getting worried not to mention creeped out. The thought of being left in this huge house by myself was freaking me out.

I decided that I should go to look for Dylan so I got off the bed and left the room.

I didn't really know where to turn first but I thought that I should look for him downstairs. As I walked down the stairs, the sound of my shoes made small echoes that became louder the faster I walked down.

"Dylan?" I called, walking into the kitchen but there was no reply. The kitchen was open plan and all the surfaces looked like they were made of marble.

The kitchen had glass doors at the end that looked out into the garden. I walked towards the glass doors which were half open and stepped out into the garden.

The garden had a huge pool that looked over the ocean. This place was like a dream house, something that was foreign to me until now.

I walked along the pool on the grass that surrounded it and stopped when I saw small smoke cloud coming from in front of me.

I didn't need to call Dylan's name to know that it was him. So I decided to take a seat next to where he was laying on the grass.

He had a necklace clenched between his hands and his eyes were focused on it.

"What are you doing out here?" I whispered trying not to spoil the calmness.

"Thinking." He replied.

"About what?" I asked, resting my head next to his on the grass.

"Everything." He answered.

After that we just laid side by side on the grass in silence. I noticed that the necklace that he had wrapped around his hand was the one that I gave to him when we were little.

"Why do you keep all these secrets?" I asked him after a while. "I know that we don't know each other well but wouldn't it be easier to let it out?"

"I keep secrets because I'm trying to keep the people I care about safe. Including you. The less you know about me the better." He answered calmly.

"But I want to know you." I went on.

"You don't get it. Anyone good that comes into my life always ends up dead or hurt. I don't want that to be you," he exclaimed, getting up. This doesn't make any sense how could anyone end up dead just by getting to know him?

I didn't say anything in reply I just stood up and did the only thing that came to mind. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He stood frozen for a couple of seconds before wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm not the good guy Lily." He whispered against my ear. His voice was husky which added to the butterflies that were already forming in my stomach.

"I don't care." I replied moving away from him so that I could see his face.

What are you doing Lily?

I felt his hand move to my cheek and gently cup my face. His eyes were bright, they weren't clouded by darkness.

"You should." He said removing his hand from my cheek and walking back into the house, leaving my heart pounding in my chest.

Is it possible that I was starting to get feelings for my bestfriend not to mention the schools bad boy?

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Hey guys!!

I can't believe that it has been 4 months since I've updated. I feel sooo bad about that and I'm really sorry but I had some personal stuff going on that I needed to sort out.

BUT.....

I have a lot more time now to focus on writing and updating regularly.

ALSO, I have read through all the comments (which are great by the way) and I've noticed that a lot of you want Lily to tell Dylan who she really is.

I get that it's taking long for that to happen but hang on just a little longer!!

Please Vote and comment!!!

Elena xx