Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

11 | Shattered pieces

It was only when it had gone completely silent on the other side of the door that I pulled myself up from the ground and started walking again. I dragged my trembling body through the hall and down the stairs. For some reason I felt numb. I had reached that point of fear as to where I didn't feel a thing anymore. I stared in front of me, my body looking more and more like a rag doll with every step I took. Dylan was on my mind but it was not a specific thought of him. I only saw his face, changing from the happy and friendly lad numbed by the drugs to the angry and violent beast he really was. For some reason I felt like I needed to save him and that need would bring me in extreme danger. I didn't know what he was capable of. I didn't know in how far he spoke the truth about hurting me. And even with all this uncertainty, even with the fear that something might happen, I still felt like he needed my help. I wanted to pull him out of the darkness he'd fallen into. But before I could do that I needed to know where the darkness had started. And the only clue I had was the twenty-something strawberry blonde girl that appeared in the only pictures he had. 

So I went home and opened my laptop. As far as I knew I could only connect two people to Dylan. Holland and this Tyler guy that had posted on his Facebook wall back in 2014. It was not much but it was a start. I typed in Dylan's name in the search bar, my mouse hovering over the little box with his face in. What happened to you? I thought. My eyes flickered to Holland's face. And who is she? I went to the friends section and typed in her name but nothing came up. So either she didn't have Facebook or Holland was not the name she used on her profile. I had no luck with her so I decided to go with Tyler. I clicked on his name and a very vivid profile showed up. The guy surely didn't know a thing about the privacy settings, but I was happy with that. He seemed to live a pretty awesome life, according to his pictures, but none of them showed that Dylan was still part of it. He wasn't tagged or mentioned in any status or photo. I sighed. 

"Who are you Dylan O'Brien?" I whispered. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, staring at the profile of Tyler Posey. I needed to message him. He was the only thing I had that came somewhat close to getting to know Dylan. He was my only chance of finding out the truth. So I needed to do this. In order to find out if Dylan was truly a danger or not. 'Cause if I was gonna bring myself in danger being with him, I better knew what I was up to. I clicked on the little icon to the right that read 'message' and a white box popped up, Tyler's name on top of it. I sighed and cursed myself for being so damn curious. But I needed to do this and this Tyler guy might have the answers. I took a deep breath and started typing. 

Jessica: Hey Tyler, you don't know me but I'm a friend... No. Delete. ... an acquittance... No, that sounded weird. I deleted the whole thing. We've never met before but I know a friend of yours. Dylan O'Brien. Okay good start. Now what? I tapped my fingers on the desk, thinking about the best way to say this without making him worried or making me come over as an absolute freak. I have some questions about him and you might have the answers. I'd rather discuss this in person. Can we meet up sometime? Alright that didn't sound all too weird. Did it? I hit the sent button before I could start overthinking the whole thing. The message just sat there in that white box, waiting to be read. I scanned over it one more time before closing my laptop. Saraphina then came walking into the room, purring, and she rubbed herself against my leg, begging for attention. I stroked her white fur and she pressed her head against my hand, her tail happily sweeping in the air. 

"Oh Saraphina..." I moaned. "What mess am I getting myself into?" She just looked at me, not understanding a word of what I was saying. I told her the whole story however. Because she was the only one that wouldn't judge me for my choices. She wouldn't tell me what to do or what not to do. She wouldn't tell me how bad he was. Because well, she was a cat and she didn't understand.  I got up from the couch and decided that now would be a great time to get out of my tight blue dress and have some lunch. Once I changed into my comfy clothes I put on some music and headed for my tiny kitchen. I decided to throw myself a pancake party so I collected flower, sugar, milk and eggs and started mixing everything up. Soon after that the apartment started to smell absolutely fucking fantastic. I had conjured up a most delicious stack of pancakes on a plate when all of the sudden my bell rang. I headed for the intercom, not really knowing who to expect. 

"Hi?" I hesitantly said. 

"Sis it's me." Mike's slightly robotic voice spoke. Then the realisation hit me. It was Wednesday. Mike and I always had lunch on Wednesdays before we'd head to the bar. I mentally face-palmed myself. Due to all the crazy stuff going on with Dylan I had totally forgotten. 

"Oh hey Mike!" I shouted. "Come on up!" I pressed the button that allowed the door to unlock and several long second later Mike was in my living room. "Hey, sorry I completely forgot we were going out for lunch." I sat whilst kissing him on the cheek. "But I made pancakes!" 

"I thought I smelled something like that." I smiled and grabbed an extra plate for Mike from the cupboard. He sat down on the barstool and I placed a plate with two hot pancakes on the kitchen island in front of him. I grabbed a portion for myself and in silence we sat at the bar. "Hey Jess?" He then suddenly said. 

"Yeah?" 

"I was cleaning up yesterday evening and I noticed one of the chairs was gone." I immediately stopped eating. "I went to the dumpster to see if it was there and indeed it was. I normally wouldn't make a big deal out of it but the chair was completely shattered. What in Gods name happened to it?" 

"Who says I had anything to do with that?" I tried to defend myself.

"Well it wasn't me and Cassy hasn't been in the bar this week." 

"I..." Okay how in the world was I going to explain that to him. I couldn't tell him about Dylan. He'd freak out. "I'm sorry. I dropped it when I wanted to put it on the table and it broke." I explained. 

"You dropped it?" Mike lifted an eyebrow. "Jess you would need to drop it from like 20 feet to get it in that condition." I sighed. Why in the world was he overthinking a broken chair? Honestly that was the least of my worries right now. 

"I dropped it, got mad and then threw it against the wall, okay. Just leave it Mike." 

"You got mad? Why?" 

"Leave it." I growled. I got up and gathered our plates, placing them in the sink. 

"Are you okay?" He seemed really concerned. He walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder but I shook it off. 

"I'm fine Mike. I was just having a bad day. It's no big deal. I'll replace the chair." He then backed away from me and for a second it was silent. 

"Why don't you take a couple of days off?" He then suddenly spoke and I quickly spun around. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Take a couple of days off. I'll see you again on Monday." 

"And leave you all alone with the bar? You're not gonna be able to handle that. I'm just gonna come to work Mike. I'm fine." 

"Cassy will be back tomorrow and I'll just ask Aaron to help me out today. Please Jess. For me. Take some time off, get everything together and when you feel better you can come back." I tried to argue with that but he just simply wouldn't have it. It didn't matter how many times I told him I was fine, he wouldn't let me come to work. It was actually not that bad. I needed some time to figure things out about Dylan.
Mike left and not long after that my phone vibrated in my pocket. Tyler's name popped up on the screen. It was like the Gods wanted all of this to work out all of the sudden. I opened his message and a smile crept on my face. 

Tyler: I'd love to. When and where?

Jessica: I'm free today. Coffee at King Kong's. 2 p.m? 

Tyler: Sounds great. See you there. 

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