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Dolan and Hellbent (Dolbent) (Part 4)

This story part will be a mix of both Dolan and Hellbent's point of view. You're welcome.

Dolan's POV

Every second, I sped up the vehicle more and more. "Just a few more minutes to go," I mumbled to myself. I didn't stop for anything, except for red lights. I didn't want to kill anyone! Eventually, after what felt like forever, I got to Hellbent's house.

It was red, like his skin. The grass was long, but not long enough for it needing to be mowed. I stepped out of my car, and went up to his front door. As I approached, I noticed all of the blinds were shut, even the one to his room. That made my heart beat faster, and I began to shake a little. I rang the doorbell. Ding! 2 minutes passed. 4 minutes passed. A bus passed. The bus isn't important, but you get the idea. He didn't answer. But this time, I wasn't going to just stand there. "Hellbent, are you okay?" I called out.

I rang the doorbell harder this time. DING! "Hellbent, please answer!" I yelled. 'Maybe he left,' I thought. But then, I saw his driveway. His car was still parked there. Hellbent always drove everywhere, even to places that are only 5 minutes away. This time, I knocked on the door, loud. KNOCK! KNOCK! "Okay, Hellbent, if you don't come down, I'm breaking the door down! I...I mean it! So....so c...come on!" I shouted. I waited for a bit. Still no response. I began to walk away, turned around, and rushed as fast as I could to the door, with my arm as a shield.

Hellbent's POV

I stayed in bed, under the covers all day. That's all I wanted to do. To hide from the rest of the world. At some point, at around 5 o'clock, I heard my doorbell ring. Ding! "Should I answer it?" I asked myself. On one hand, it could be one of my friend there to help me. That made me smile a bit. But on the other hand, I didn't want them to see me like this, especially Dolan.

"Hellbent, are you okay?" The Australian accented voice called. 'Why did you come Dolan? I don't want you to see what's going on.' I thought. I decided not to answer. He rang it again, DING! "Hellbent, please answer!" Dolan yelled. Should I answer it, or hope he'll leave? In my mind was a debate that I didn't want to have, but couldn't control. 'It'd be nice to have Dolan here, he could help.' 'What if he doesn't understand? He's never gotten ridiculed as far as I know.' 'Dolan is my best friend. I should let him in.' 'He'll see me as a weak little child. That guy posting the comments is right. I suck.' What do you know?' 'I'm you.'

This went on for a while, until I heard a loud bang. KNOCK! KNOCK! 'He's not giving up. Dolan has determination. I admire that about him.' I thought. Dolan then shouted, "Okay Hellbent, if you don't come down, I'm breaking the door down! I...I mean it! So...so c...come on!" I hesitantly climbed out of bed, heading for the door. "He'll find out no matter what. Why try to push him away?" I told myself. But it seemed my arm had a mind of its own. I found myself in front of the laptop. My arm grabbed the top of the desk, keeping me from leaving. It then lifted up the screen, revealing the comment that made me break down earlier. I stood there reading it over and over again, feeling more tears run down my face each time. Eventually, I collapsed on the floor, feeling too weak to get back up. Just like I just did, the door burst down. "Dolan must...must've really knock...knocked it down. Did he h...hurt hi..himself?" I whispered in between cries.

This was requested by FanGal456 and applebloom15