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

Chapter 9

*Natalies POV*

I'm guessing I fell asleep in the car, bc I woke up in a dark room. I'm so worn out. The door opened and let a ray of light that nearly blinded me. I tried to move but my hands and legs were tied down. I saw a figure in the doorway. "Dylan? Is that you? Really funny. untie me you ass." I said. The figure didn't move. "Dylan? Hello?" I'm going to smack this kid seriously. "Dylan untie me goddamn it!" I shook my hands, trying to get them free. The figure flipped a light on, and I swear, it was like looking right into the sun. There was a spotlight right over me. Where was I? I looked at the figure. I knew the familiar face all too well. "Derek?" I said, astonished and scared out of my mind. "Long time no see Nat." The low voice replied. "What are you doing? Where am I? Where's Dylan?" He could see I was scared shitless. He took a few steps closer to me. "why so many questions dear?" He reached his hand to touch my cheek. I turned my face away. "Hmm.. Hard to get?" He chuckled. "Fuck you" I spat. I felt a sharp smack across my cheek and I whimpered. "Stupid bitch." A single tear rolled down my cheek. Another voice entered the room. "Everything alright in here?" I looked up to see who it was. The voice matched the face. "Yeah we're just having some fun, Dylan." "Dylan?" I muttered, confused. "Hi Natalie. How are you?" He winked. "Dylan? Derek? What the fuck is going on?" Dylan walked to me until he was hovering over my face. "Fun isn't it? We're just having some fun." They both chuckled. Dylan brushed some of my hair behind my ear. "I fucking trusted you!" They both turned and started to walk out. Dylan shut the light off leaving only his silhouette visible. He stopped "Never trust anyone." He whispered, his tone raspy. And with that he slammed the door.

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I woke up with Dylan shaking me. "Natalie, Natale?!" I sat upwards quickly and pushed Dylan off of me. "Stay away from me, just stay away!" I was free now and I was in some sort of living room, I guess. "Natalie, what the hell? You were having a bad dream. You were screaming. "Wait, what? Where are we?" I replied looking around. I was dreaming , thank god. "I took you somewhere safe, okay?" He said, resting his hand on my knee. "Safe from what?" I asked. "Just safe, okay?" He got up and walked into another room, which seemed like the kitchen, I'm guessing. I followed him. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked grabbing two glasses. I leaned against the counter, crossing t arms and looking down a my feet. He handed me a glass filled with water. "Hey Natalie, who's Derek?" I took a sip when I nearly choked on what Dylan asked. "No one, why?" "Well like you cursed at him quite a bit in your sleep. "He's just, a bad memory. That's all." "Oh, I'm sorry." After a bit of silence he sighed. He walked over to me and grabbed the glass from my hand. He placed it on the counter and faced me. He tucked my hair behind my ears and pulled in close to me. His soft lips brushed mine but never made contact. After a minute of just letting our noses and lips each other, he kissed my forehead and walked upstairs. We never really kissed. It was a "sort of, almost"situation. I felt my lips. That boy left such an impression on me. I walked upstairs to see the rest of the house we were in. I walked by the bathroom and I heard Dylan's voice. "Hello?" He was clearly on the phone with someone. "Yeah, yeah we're fine. I think she's alright too. Okay. Yeah. Thanks. I know, I'll have the money soon stop fucking nagging me about it. Okay. Bye." What money? God I'm so nosey I should stop. I walked into the next room and I saw my bag was on the bed. I have no clue how long we're gonna be here for or why, but I might as well get comfy. "The first thing I pull out it some clothes, and some other stuff I need. At the very bottom of the bag was the picture frame from my nightstand. The picture of my mom and I. All of a sudden it hit me again. My mom is dead. And I'm not there to fucking go to her funeral or anything. I stormed out of the room, tears in my eyes. I ran down the stairs and found Dylan in the living room watching tv. I grabbed the remote out of his hand. "Dylan, why the fuck are we here? Tell me right now." I said, gritting my teeth. "Natalie.." Dylan started to stand up. "No Dylan, don't fucking do this again. Tell me why I'm here!" I was fighting tears. "You know I can't Natalie. Calm down." He said raising his tone. "No Dylan, that's the thing. You can tell me! Like right fucking now!" He put his hands over his face and moved them up to run them through his hair."I JUST CAN'T NATALIE WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING GET THAT." He was really close to my face now. "Fuck you Dylan." I said in a normal tone. I turned ran out the front door. I ran and ran an didn't stop. I heard Dylan yelling my name and chasing after me. He was getting closer to me. I ran out into the street. "NATALIE NO!" The last thing I saw was two bright lights, and the last thing I heard was Dylan.

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