What is Love?

Chapter 5

Elena's pov

I sat on the bleachers as tears rolled down my face. It was class hours and at this time, no one can see me cry my heart out. I couldn't take it anymore, my life was awful. The more I thought about my father, the more I cried. I sobbed back the tears and remembered all the beatings I took at a young age. Memories ran through my head as I let out silents sobs. After few minutes of silently sobbing, I stood up and turned around finding Dylan looking at me like I'm some sort of lost puppy.

"What are you doing here?" I smile while asking.

"I should be asking you that, you are the one with the puffy eyes here" he looked at me with concern, he's got the nerves, I just found him making out with Melissa this morning, he managed to blackmail me into going on a stupid date with him, and now he is acting like he freaking cares. I swear If It wasn't for his mom, I wouldn't even bother talking to his ugly ass.

"I have to go, I'm getting late" I walked past him. He suddenly has his hands on my waist pulling me back.

"oh no love, you aren't going anywhere, You have missed two weeks of school, The art project is due to next Wednesday. I think we should go work on the project now aye?" oh shit! I forgot about the art project.

"Sure, whatever just give me back my notepad, like now" I smiled

"A deal is a deal babe"He smirked and I rolled my eyes as we walked to his car. I took out my phone and texted Kyle.

'Hey, I'm going at Dylan's place for an art project"

"Texting your boyfriend?" Dylan asked while I put my phone back in my pocket.

"No, I'm texting my brother you stupid ass"

"ouch" he touched the left side of this chest and I laughed.

The ride to his house was silent, no one talked. We finally arrived at his house. We got out of the car and went inside and there was no one there.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Dylan as he dropped his bag on the floor and headed for the fridge.

"Everyone is busy" he gave out a smile as he closed the door to the fridge and grabbed two apples toasting one at me.

"Ohh nice catch" he suddenly changed the topic and that was when I knew he needed his family and they were never there for him.

"I know" I laughed. I didn't want to push him to tell me more. We went straight to his room and I finally let my bag down and sat on his bed.

"So what do we do?" I asked impatiently.

"I don't know, you have to do the writing though, i'm only good at painting" he stood up to bring a couple of old paintings he did and we just took like a good half an hour to just look at them and then I saw a painting of a little girl and a boy, they looked so happy and the painting was filled with beautiful colors. I stared at it for quite a long time that Dylan noticed.

"She was my best friend" He looked at me and I had to pretend it didn't hurt seeing him like this but I guess it showed, he continued "but I don't remember her, I wish I could but I can't, and that's why am guessing my mom brought me back here, she is always so busy that It will take a really long time to gain my memory back, I need her" he stopped and was shocked, he just told me about his memory loss. He looked so fragile and innocent at this point that I forgot I found him making out with Melissa.

"It'll be okay" I smiled at him and he smiled back. We had that awkward moment of silence as he started to work on a new painting and I had to come up with a poem relating to the painting. The painting took three good hours and wow, he wasn't even tired. He kept on drawing and he looked so peaceful, he didn't have a care in the world and it made me happy. Here I was now reminiscing about our little moments as small kids, which was really awkward because we were so young to even know what love is but yet we still hold on to it.

"Why are you smiling like that? You're scaring me"

"oh! nothing, are you done?"

"Yeah, well almost but just take a look at it"

and there it was, beautiful but yet lost, it's like he drew both our lives , The painting was of a girl that for some reason was chained to her past as she struggles to fight for her future, that's all I saw in the painting. It spoke to me on so many levels.

"so, is it okay?"

"It's beautiful, now i just have to write my poem which I need my notepad for"

"I'll give it to you, tomorrow, after our date" He laughed.

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"Mom, am home" I closed the door.

"Where have you been?" I turned to find no one else but my father standing there.

"I was at Dylan's doing an art project"

"Following your mom's footsteps huh?" he slapped my face so hard that he tore my lower lip. He held my hair and pulled me as he tightened his grip on my hand. He led me to the living room, he slapped me once more. He kept on doing this until my face felt numb and I only felt tears rolling down my face. I saw Kyle pushing him away and punching his face. I was helpless at this point, I had both my hand covering my mouth as I sobbed back my tears. He stormed out of the house.

"Why does he do this Kyle?" I looked at him crying.

"I'll tell you when the time is right" and that was the last thing we talked about, I went in my room and closed the door. I took my phone after moments of it vibrating like a maniac.

'Ready for our date tomorrow?' - Dee

'Where are we going'

'That's for me to know and you to find out' -Dee

'typical pick up lines'

'what' -Dee

'goodnight Dee'

'goodnight princess'-Dee

And just like that, he would bring peace. I took few minutes re reading the texts over and over again, wait!!!. I called him Dee. What if he remembers?