Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 17

Dylan's POV

     I was told not to go to school anymore, mostly because it was far to exhausting for me. Usually Erin comes and visits me on her way to school, she didn't today. I tried calling her, no answer. I tried texting her, no reply. What the hell is going on? I ask my mom to drive me to school, and she did. I walk in and see Erin at her locker, but he was looking down and her hair was covering her face. I walk over to her. "Erin?" She tenses up. "Hi..." She says quietly. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Nothing, I have to go..." She's just going to walk away from me? "Erin, please look at me." I need to see her beautiful face everyday, I can't just not see it. I can tell she's upset and I don't want my one and only to be upset. She sniffles and looks up at me. The right side of her jaw is bruised badly, she also has a pretty bruised right cheek. "Oh my god... What the hell happened? You know what, tell me when we get to my house." She just agrees before driving us back to my house, we sit on the couch. "Who did this to you Erin?" She looks down. "My dad..." She whispers. My eyes widen and I hug her, she wraps her arms around me and cries into my chest. "Live here... My mom won't mind. I just don't want this happening again." She nods into my chest, still crying. I just keep her close to me and comfort her as much as I possibly can.

     I noticed she wasn't crying anymore, I look down and see she's asleep. Her tear stained and bruised face still looking beautiful. I wipe her face gently and place a kiss on her forehead. I can't be the perfect boyfriend, I wish I could but I just can't. I can't take her out on a proper date, I can't take her out to have fun, I can't pick her up and spin her around like in all the cliché movies, none of it. All I do is sit here and bore her, I feel bad. I can do a couple things that I will keep doing, smother her with kisses, hug her, cuddle her, and be there for her. That is all I can do and it makes me feel like crap. Why did she fall for me? Why the sick one? She could have such a better boyfriend who can be normal. She wouldn't have to watch a normal guy get needles stuck in his chest all the time, or wait for radiation to be done, or even deal with the pain of most likely losing me. I'd like to believe I would see her again, in the after life but she'll have moved on from me. I want her too. If I die, I want her to fall in love again. I know she can. I just have to stay positive, maybe I cam be a good boyfriend someday.

Sorry for the late update, I was busy with my dad all evening and I had a bit of writers block earlier today. I am however, all good now. I have a warning for the next chapter.... It MIGHT be a bit intense....