The Story of Her Life

Chapter 16

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER OR I WILL SHOOT!"

I turn around and see Dylan holding a gun a few feet away from me. He was sweating furiously. I turned to look at Tessa, who was scared as hell. "What do I do?" I mouthed to Tessa.

"I don't know. I didn't know he had a gun," She mouthed back.

Then I heard Sean's voice. "Drop the gun and let Madison go. She did nothing and there is no reason that she should be shot because of it." I was shocked when he said that. I'm not leaving Tessa behind.

"I'm not going anywhere," I say and look at Sean. I even scowled at him.
He looked at me. "Play along," he mouthed. I nodded and turned back to Tessa. She looked at me.

"Madison is not going anywhere. She was trying to take Tessa away from me," Dylan said. He was even more pissed than he was when he walked in.

Sean begged, "Please leave my girlfriend alone. Let her get up and we will leave. I promise."

Dylan turned around to look at Sean again. I looked at him too. Sean gave me a wink. I slowly stood up to where I was standing right behind Dylan. The gun was now at his side. I almost wanted to grab it, but someone was going to get hurt in the process. Instead I saw a lamp on the table next to me. The plug was closets to Tessa. She must have read my mind because she unplugged the lamp as I picked it up and swung. The lamp hit Dylan in the back of the head and he fell to the floor. I dropped the lamp and put my hand out for Tessa to grab. She took it and I helped her up.

We half ran/walked out of the apartment. It was still hard for Sean to run as he was still on crutches. As we walked passed the doors in the hallway, some people stared at us. They had cigarettes hanging out of their mouths, some had liquor bottles in hand. They all had tattoos and ratty hair. It smelled really bad as we walked to the elevator. I almost gagged when the elevator door opened. How can someone live like this?

"How did you and Dylan live here?" I asked Tessa as the elevator went slowly down the shaft.

"I didn't pick the place. Dylan was already living here when that first letter was found in the floorboard at our place," She said.

Sean then joined in. "I knew why he chose this place. Drug dealers behind every door. Just like Dylan. Not the first time either."

"What do you mean not the first time either?" I ask as the elevator door opens and we walk out to my truck.

"Back when we were in high school, Dylan got into a ton of trouble. He never went to jail for the stuff he did because mom and dad always paid for his mistakes. I was the golden child. Dylan hated me for having the perfect mom and dad when his bio parents were dead. That's why my parents adopted him. He played them like a fool. My parents just didn't want their rich friends to know that their adopted son was a druggie." We were already in the truck, and I was driving.

"Damn. I knew something was wrong when I first met him," I say.

"I was sworn to secrecy by my parents years ago. That's why no one knows the real story." Sean said.

Tessa never said a word. It was hard for her to talk about him. Especially after what happened today. "Does anyone want something to eat?" I ask trying to change the subject. It was obviously bugging her.

"Yeah. Can we get Wendy's?"Tessa asked. "There is one like right over there," She said pointing to a direction.

"I'm okay with that,"Sean says and I drive in the direction that she points. The road was bumpy as we drove. Pot holes almost 5 feet from each other. I swerved to miss most of them, but some I just had to hit. "What it," Sean says as he gets pushed to the side.