Sweet Poison

Sweet Poison (Ch. 30)

"Wake up sunshine!" Someone yelled in a whisper, opening my blinds.

I covered my head with my pillow and retreated under the safety of the covers from the blinding sunlight.

"Come on Elissa, come one", someone said in a mocking tone while shaking me.

I peeked from under my pillow and saw Dylan. Eyes narrowing, I let out a tired groan. "What the hell. . .how did you get in here?" I asked.

He pointed to my balcony and started to chuckle. "If your mom would of have saw me, I wouldn't even had time to put my foot on your lawn, before she would run me off. . . I tried this before and let me just say your mom is an athlete in running", he chuckled.

I groaned again. I could just imagining my mom running after Dylan with a broom. She had done it before back when I was younger and the kids in my school called my mom the "crazy broom lady" for months. Without a reply, I put my head back under the pillow and pointed to the balcony door. "Get out."

Of course Dylan being Dylan, he just ignored what I said and scanned my room. "You know I would have imagined your room way cleaner than this." I admit with my clothes and trash thrown about, random shoes here and there, and a few scattered papers my room wasn't the best. He paused and looked at the floor, only to crouch down and come back up with three tissue boxes. "You have used two and half tissue boxes in three days. . .you've been crying", he questioned sympathetically. The smile that had been planted firmly on his face was now replaced with a frown.

 I ignored him and turned my head. I didn't need his pitying stares. What was done was done and now all I wanted to do was be alone, eat ice-cream, and tend to my wounded heart.

Sighing lightly, he sat on my bed. "You know Eli wasn't cheating on you right?"

I continued my ignoring game with Dylan finding the geometric pattern design on my bed very interesting.

Seeing that Dylan wasn't getting a reaction from me, he continued on. "That's really his friend, they've been knowing each other for years and by you ignoring his phone calls for three days doesn't help you or him. . .you know you're really stubborn" He ran his hand on my back, curling a blonde strand of my hair.

Silence engulfed us and with an exaggerated huff he continued his unneeded argument for his brother. No matter what he said I wouldn't budge, I wouldn't do it! " And what you saw when you came in, yeah that's how they usually act and she usually does those faces first, Eli just mirrors her. Its a friend thing. It's kind of stupid if you ask me but you know, I guess it's just her personality", he said.

I didn't say anything. Maybe Eli was innocent but that didn't excuse how intimate they were or how close they were when I came in. It was like he was leading her on and instead of drawing a line and letting her know straightforward that he was not interested because he had a girlfriend, it seemed that he was actually encouraging her. The more I thought about it, the more I put strength in my argument, but unsureness did appear. Maybe I was overreacting.

Dylan leaned on my bed. "You know, why are girls so insecure with their boyfriends? It's like they have no trust at all." That got my attention.

I shot up and looked at him, glaring daggers at him. "Yeah but this is different I've already been cheated on once and Eli he already has a rep for being a cheater", I argued. My argument was valid. Once a cheater, always a cheater, but I was hoping that that saying wasn't true. Maybe people could change.

Dylan looked at me like I was stupid. "Yeah but you're hot, Eli would be stupid if he cheated on you." Plain Dylan logic.

 Feeling warmth climb up my cheeks, I could only frown at him.  "He cheated on Trish and she's gorgeous. Why do you think he wouldn't cheat on me?" I asked, seriously wondering why. Dylan was his brother, he knew Eli better than I did so maybe Dylan had the answer.

Leisurely Dylan stretched out his limbs, laying back on my bed. "Because she's an insecure, crazy, stalker lunatic who periodically has an eye twitch when ever she gets pissed", he raised his eyebrows.

A burst of laughter shot from my mouth as I sat up, gazing down at Dylan's disturbed facial expression no doubt thinking of Trish. "Dylan you're really awesome" I grinned, gr said getting up and sitting down.

"That's what I've been trying to tell people."

I laughed and then  a knock came from my door. Dylan and I both froze. "Elissa, it's you're mom I'm coming in."

Without a second thought, I pushed Dylan off the comfort of my bed and to the floor. With a thud, he landed on the ground. He groaned lowly, but realizing the seriousness in the situation he didn't think long about his pain and scurried under the bed. "She's crazy", he whispered to me, looking up at me with wide eyes.

I stiffled a laugh, but it quickly dropped seeing my door open and my mom's blonde pixie cut hairdo appear and then her face. There a deep wrinkle line marring her forehead and her brows were furrowed with a hint of worry. That facial expression could mean only one thing: Trouble.

My mom came in and sat on my bed. "Honey, listen I know you're going to be really mad at me about what I'm going to tell you, but you know they are my friends and it's only for a week and a half. You'll live and you know what's the worst that can happen?", my mom babbled.

To end her misery, I cut her off. "What is it?" I asked annoyed. Her babbling was just adding reasoning for me to be apprehensive. She only babbled when she was nervous.

"Um the Dunkens are going to be staying with us and they are arriving tomorrow." My mom turned her head so she wouldn't see my face.

At her announcement, I felt goose bumps run down my back. An onslaught of emotions rushed through me. Shock, pain, anger, regret, and more pain. Before I could stop myself, I burst into tears "Mom, why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, I wasn't thinking and we have two extra rooms and you know I love company and I really just don't know." She begin babbling again.

"Can you leave?" I asked gaining my composure again. Using the back of my hand, I wiped the tears that had streaked down my cheeks. She looked at me with a gloomy frown, but got up and left the room.

Once she closed the door, Dylan crawled from under my bed. "Why were you crying a minute ago?" He asked sitting back down on my bed. I was now biting my nails, which was bad habit I done when I was stressed or worried.

 "This bad, this is really bad", I mumbled to myself, Dylan's first question seeming to go in one ear and out the other.

Dylan smacked my hand away from from my mouth when I turned to my other hand. "What is so bad!" He asked again this time with more sternness.

 I looked at him feeling like bursting into tears again. "Wade."