Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

4 | Delirious conversations

I stared at Dylan, holding my breath. I tried not to show how intimidated I was by him but I was sure I failed miserably. He stared back at me, confident and strong. He had dark circles under his eyes and one side of his mouth was tugged up in a nasty smile. 

"H-How do you know my name?" I stuttered. Way to go Jess. Stuttering is the way to show that you are not afraid of him. I mentally rolled my eyes. Dylan didn't answer my question but just silently sat there and grinned at me. "How do you know where I work?" I then asked. 

"I followed you." He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"How's that possible? You got here before me." I crossed my arms over my chest, not in an angry way but more in a scared way. Sort of to protect myself from the possible harm he could do to me. 

"I didn't say I followed you today, now did I?" He chuckled. I lifted an eyebrow and scared I backed away until I was completely pressed against the back of the chair. 

"What? What do you want from me?" 

"Have dinner with me." He suddenly ordered and I was completely taken by surprise so my first instinct was to shout 'no'. Dylan however did not expect me to say no and he wasn't going to have it. 

"Excuse me?" He said angrily, his voice low and husky. He leaned forward, his lower arms supporting his weight. 

"I said no." I wanted it to sound strong and confident but my voice was shaking and my hands were trembling. 

"It was not a question love." He replied through gritted teeth. I was so scared and my heart was beating so fast I was afraid it might jump out of my chest. My breathing was sharp and irregular. My eyes snapped to the table, I was afraid to look at him. He must have noticed because suddenly I felt his finger under my chin, lifting my head. The skin to skin contact made me shiver. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His eyes pierced in mine and I swallowed away the lump in my throat. 

"I-I don't know you." I tried. 

"That's what dinner is for." I had had enough of it. He couldn't be ordering me stuff. I wasn't going to have it. Have dinner with him? I was 80% sure he was a psychopath and his behaviour right now wasn't helping his case. Dating him? I might as well just shoot myself in the head. So I pulled away from him and shook my head angrily.  

"Listen. You leave me the fuck alone and go away right now or I'll get my brother to kick you out." I growled. I'd expected him to be a little taken back by that but he was everything but. Instead of being shocked he started laughing. 

"That guy?" He pointed to Mike. "I'd like to see him try." I bit the inside of my lip. Jesus Christ this guy was a complete lunatic. 

"Leave." I hissed. He held his hands up in the air, still laughing though. 

"Alright sweetheart. If that's what you want. But don't be mistaken, you haven't seen the last of me." And with that last warning he got up from his seat and left. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and ran my hands through my hair. I stared at the empty spot in front of me and tried to lose the image of him. My heart beat slowly calmed down and I was able to get my breathing under control after a couple of minutes. I jumped in fear when all of the sudden a person took place in the seat across from me. It was a blonde girl. 

"Hey." She said. "I don't want to interfere but I saw you talking to Dylan O'Brien and I just wanted to warn you." I lifted an eyebrow, not able to speak. "He's dangerous. Rumour has it he's not afraid to get his hands dirty. I heard that he once tore a whole bar apart with his bare hands. Five guys had to be taken to the hospital." 

"Well, it's just a rumour right?" I asked, not sure why I was defending him. 

"Yeah but it's not just that. He isn't all too friendly with the ladies either. He assaulted my friend once. Kept touching her and kissing her while she clearly had said no. If it hadn't been for all the witnesses I'm sure he would've raped her." I tried to say something but I just really didn't know what. Rape? Beating up several men? He was crazy yes. Insane. A complete psychopath. But was he capable to do such horrible things. "All I'm saying is: stay away from him. He's bad news." 

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna see him again." 

"Great." She placed a hand over mine, smiled and then left. God, what had I gotten myself into? I really wished I never had waited at that bus stop. I pushed myself up from the table and walked back to the bar. I grabbed a pen and notepad and started taking orders. I tried to work as hard as I could. I didn't want to allow myself to think about Dylan or about anything he had said. But it didn't matter how hard I worked, his last words didn't leave my mind. I hadn't seen the last of him. He would be back. Should I call the cops? That's what every normal person would do. But what if he found out? What if he wanted revenge? I couldn't call the cops. Maybe I should tell Mike. But Mike would probably call the cops. Scratch that plan. Alex? Alex was the only one who really knew Dylan. He knew what he was about, what his story was and what he was capable off. Alex was his psychiatrist for heavens sake. If there was anyone who could tell me how dangerous he was it would be him. Then again if Dylan wasn't dangerous he wouldn't be seeing Alex. I was driving myself crazy with these thoughts. Fuck. I dropped the towel to the ground and grabbed my phone from my pocket, dialling Alex number while walking to the back. It rang three times before he answered. 

"Hey sugar, how are you?" He asked. 

"Alex, I need your help." 

"Sure thing. Everything alright?" 

"I'm not sure..." I paused. "I need you to tell me a few things about Dylan O'Brien." 

"You know I can't." He answered and I could hear him sighing. 

"I know but belief me, it's really important." I waited and when he didn't say anything I continued talking. "When did you start treating him and why?" He sighed again. 

"You promise it's really important? Like a matter life and death important?" I scoffed with how ironic that was.

"Promise." 

"Alright. He came to me about a month ago. He said he was having these strange thoughts. He constantly wanted to hurt someone. He felt the need to wreak havoc, he was on a constant search for chaos. He told me he beat up the strongest men he could find, just for fun. It never bothered him though. He liked hurting and he didn't mind doing it at all. Something changed, he said. Something made him want to change, get better." 

"And what was that?" I asked. 

"He said he met someone."  

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