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13.

Paige

I woke up with a headache and realised I was in a bed and not in the bathroom. I was showering when suddenly my lower abdomen hurt like a mothertrucker. I was holding my stomach while crouching and being the clumsy ol' me, I slipped on the slippery tiles but lightly hit my head on the floor, thanks to my hands for trying to catch the ground.

"Paige?" I heard someone ask, voice laced with concern.

I groaned in pain as an answer and turned to my right to see Dylan with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" we both ask simultaneously.

"I'm fine," we said in unison.

He smiled slightly but I grimaced when the pounding in my head worsened. I closed my eyes for a few seconds but snapped them right open when I realised something. I'm not wearing a pad. I jolted in a sitting position and I immediately regretted it when my head started to spin and hurt a lot.

"Hey, hey, easy there. What is it?"

"Pad. Blood. I might be even staining your sheets."

"Oh, I'll be right back."

I tried standing up to go to the toilet but I couldn't stop wobbling and fell back on the bed with a light thump. Dylan raced up the stairs with a bag full of different brands of pads and tampons. Despite the pain in my head and my lower abdomen, I managed to let out a small laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing."

He left the loft and I looked into the bag. He even bought me a few pair of underwear. How did he know my size? I have no idea. I quickly put the pad on and immediately felt a bit relieved since I didn't have to worry about staining the sheets. I slowly rose up to my feet and stopped for a while to stop the spinning in my head. I climbed down the stairs and went to the kitchen. I found some Advil and gulped it down with water. I went to the living room to find Dylan there watching Shark Tank. I sat on the sofa beside him and watched together with him.

"Feeling better?" he questioned.

"Yeah."

He looked at me and pulled me closer.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him.

"Nothing, just need a little body heat."

I didn't even bother fighting back because I still felt a little weak. The heat from his body was radiating and comforting. I found myself slowly drifting off and let sleep consume me.

--

I woke up with my head resting on Dylan's chest, his arm around my body, and our legs tangled together. I didn't want to wake him up so I took time to study his features.

He had a few freckles, a defined jawline, chestnut brown hair, and a lighter shade of grey with gold specks in the middle that was beautiful. 

"Admiring me, huh?" He said, slowly opening his eyes.

I blushed and look away. "No, I just thought I saw a fly on your face."

"Yea, sure. I'm going to make breakfast. Want some?"

My face brightened. "Is that even a question?"

--

"Mm, those were the best pancakes ever!" I said scooping another mouthful and savouring the taste.

He chuckled. "My mum gave me the recipe when I was 14. She passed away a year ago." He said with a sad smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I looked up like I was looking to the sky and murmured, "These are fucking delicious, Dylan's mum!"

I was almost done eating when someone knocked on the door. That's weird. Not a lot of people live here.

Instantly, Dylan's head snapped to the door. "Paige, go upstairs and don't come down. There is a gun in the closet. Hurry!"

I ran up as fast as I could and rummaged through the closet. I found the gun and held it. I sat down on the bed and tried to control my breathing.

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Dylan's P.O.V

Someone knocked on the door. I snapped my head to the direction of it and had called Paige to go upstairs. I couldn't risk her getting hurt. After all, I already made a deal with him.

I walked over to my couch and lifted the seats up. There was a secret compartment in my sofa that not a lot of people know of. I took out two throwing knifes, small enough to slip into my socks; a gun that I placed on my back; and a BC-41 that I kept with me.

I opened the door to a man who was shot on the head that fell into my cabin. Before I checked on him - because it was pretty clear that he didn't survive that - I went out the cabin and closed the door. I tried listening out for movements and heard on in the bush. I went over to it and, stupidly enough, I fell into a trap. It was just a distraction. Before I know it, someone placed a gun on the back of my head.