Maisie was your normal senior.
Lots of friends, loving parents, good grades.
Everything was perfect.
Until one party changes everything.
She's taken.
He's obsessed with her and everything about her.
But she just wants out.
...
He pulls me into his room effortlessly, slamming his door shut. "Where'd you get that?!" He screams, throwing a chair across the room. I flinch scared. "Dylan-"
"Answer me!"
"Your nightstand." I point to the small wooden table next to his bed. He exhales, running his fingers through his hair. In an instant I'm shoved against the wall.
"How much did you read?" He asks, his face centimeters away from my own. "All of it. I read all of it. I'm sorry." He yanks the journal out of my hand, throwing it across the room. "Dylan, I'm sorry okay. I came here to apologize." He shoves me onto his bed, getting on top of me.
"You know everything?" I nod, terrified. He nods as a tear falls from his eye. Before I realize what I'm doing, I brush the tear away with the pad of my thumb. His eyes dart to mine. "I'm really sorry Dylan. I really am." His eyes dart back and forth between mine.
"Why are you apologizing? I murdered your father." I wince at his words. "Because, we're more alike than you think." He gets off me, sitting on the edge of his bed. I follow his actions, sitting next to him.
He starts sobbing, putting his face in his hands. I wrap my arm around him, leaning my head onto his shoulder. I rub his back trying to comfort him. He wraps an arm around me.
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After a few minuets, he wipes his tears and looks at me. "I'm the one who texted you that night." My heart stops. "What?" I breath. "I was the unknown number. It was me." He wipes another tear away. "Y-You tried to save me?" My mind was racing as he nods. He tried to save me, to protect me. He stops suddenly, standing up. "You should leave." He whispers, rubbing his eyes.
I couldn't leave him like this; alone.
I shake my head. "I'm staying, with you."
"No you're not."
"Yes, Dylan, I am."
He walks over to the bed, laying down.
"Why are you doing this Maisie?"
"Because," I crawl up next to him. "We're both hurting." He glances at my hands.
"And because I care."
(A/n what do you guys think about Dylan & Maisie's relationship? Do you ship it? Or do you prefer her with Cole? Comment what you think! Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed it! Thanks)
