A Day in My Life

I'm done

He glared at me. "What did you do?" he said through clenched teeth, with glaring eyes. 

"Nothing!" I yelled immediately, scared he would kill me. I started to stomp away, trying to wipe away the tears and try to escape. Dylan suddenly grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. "You cannot just leave alone!" 

"Watch me." I said cooly, storming away. That is, until he grabbed my wrist  in an unbreakable grasp and yanked me back. "That is it! I'm taking you home!" he yelled. He turned to Taylor apologetically, but she nodded and told him "Go." Dylan turned back to me, and then practically ripped my arm off pulling me down the stairs while I protested and tried to pull away. People began to stare at us probably because of his knocking people over and my attempts to break his hand off. I finally gave one giant tug and my hand almost slipped loose. Dylan turned to me "Look Dakota, if you don't come with me right this second, then I am picking you up, and carrying you out of this fucking party over my shoulder." I stared at him in shock and he began pulling more, but this time I didn't protest. We got  outside and Dylan opened the side door of the car and shoved me in. Then he walked to the front seat and drove us home. 

Tears were still falling from my eyelashes so I continued to wipe them away, and put one arm around myself, to hold it together. It wasn't like anything had really happened. I was just scared because he had, somewhat...touched me. And I had thought that he was fine with our relationship as it was, but clearly he wasn't. Maybe I wasn't good enough for him... Also, I was sad because Blake had finally, finally trusted me with something and now it was all ruined. "Dylan, you're not gonna tell Blake about all this right?" I asked, quietly.

He stayed silent, eyes completely focused on the road. He must be really angry. I turned back towards the front. 

We stopped at a streetlight and I looked over at him again. His face was pinching more and more in rage but still he remained silent. We drove for a couple more blocks until we got to our street.

Finally, we pulled up to the house. Blake came outside then, wearing his regular joggers. 

"Hey you guys!" he called out, walking over. "Why are you back so soon and where's everyone else?" he said, looking into the car. "And what's wrong?" 

He put his hot hand onto my cold shoulder as he opened the car door. I pulled away, began crying again, and then I sprinted up to the door. Before I walked in, I heard Dylan yell to me "Kota, if you're not going to, then I'm telling Blake!" The sadness briefly left me and my anger burst out in an explosion. I yelled back "Whatever, Jerk!" and slammed the front door shut behind me. 

I sprinted up the stairs and slammed into Eric, who I had forgotten was home. I kept my face pointed down until he said "Hey Kota! Home so soon?" He waited but I didn't lift my head so he pushed one of his fingers under my chin and pushed it up forcefully to make me look him in the eyes. His brown eyes looked at my tearstained ones and he said "What's wrong?". I spat back "Like you care!" and he stepped back in surprise. I added "Look, why don't you just go ask Dylan? He's blabbing to everyone anyways."  He went downstairs to find him after I sprinted around him and then went into my room. 

I fell onto my bed dizzily and started to cry more, although at this point it was mostly from exhaustion. I had had maybe the longest night of my life. Oh wait, it was 1AM, so I guess it made that this morning. Ugh. I cried harder into my pillow until I was completely out and it was just dry sobbing and choking. 

I thought I heard the engine saying that the car drove off, probably Dylan leaving to go get the others. A few minutes later, the door to my room opened.

"Hey, I heard what happened, Kota." Blake said. "I know you're not in the mood but we do have to talk about this. "

"No." I said into my pillow, unexpectedly furious. 

"Huh?" 

"No, I'm not gonna talk about it!" I said, sitting up. "I don't want to! I'm over it. Just stop." I decided to go downstairs to get some water so I got up and stumbled out the door.

He followed me. "UM, you don't actually get a say in this.  We have to discuss it." 

"NO, Okay Blake, I'M NOT GOING TO DISCUSS IT!" I said, spinning around as I got to the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed my throbbing head and continued. "IT IS OVER NOW!" 

He stood up a few steps on the stairs and said "KOTA, you have to talk! You WENT OUT and GOT DRUNK and then MADE OUT WITH LUKE, OR MAYBE WORSE. I'm trying to HELP  you, OKAY? So talk to me!" he yelled. 

I looked at him for a second and my eyes tightened. 

"I DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO YOU IF I DON'T WANT TO!" I yelled.

"YES, ACTUALLY YOU DO! I AM IN CHARGE HERE!" he yelled back.

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, BLAKE!" I screamed. 

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes and I stopped yelling. 

He shook his head and went up to his room quietly. I sighed and went to mine too to try to sleep off all the craziness. The next morning I woke up feeling sick with a huge headache. I tried to stand and barely could, so I clutched the dresser and lightly lifted myself up. 

I walked downstairs slowly and saw Dylan on the couch. 

"Hey." I said groggily. 

"Hi." he replied, looking up at me angrily. 

Then he said "What did you do to Blake by the way?"

"Huh? Nothing" I said, confused. His rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, well, he ran off this morning and hasn't come back. Emma and Eric went out with a friend to find him but there's still no sign. So, nice going."  

What? Blake ran away??? Oh My God. It was all my fault.