Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

13 | Dark alley

My heart skipped a beat and my jaw almost dropped to the ground. The stream of thoughts I normally had abruptly stopped and all I could think was: Oh god. What the fuck? 

"Oh no! I squealed. "Is he alright?" 

"He has a broken jaw and a couple of bruises. Nothing that won't heal with time. He asked for you. Do you think you can come to see him?" The woman informed me. 

"Yeah of course. I'll be there in about twenty minutes." The call ended and as fast as I could I grabbed my things together. I put on my shoes and my coat and grabbed my wallet and keys from the counter. What in the world happened to him? And why me? Why did they call me? I jumped into my car and with roaring engine I drove off. I was driving way above speed limit but honestly I didn't care. I wanted to get to the hospital as fast as possible. But somewhere I felt a pitch of happiness. When the lady called me, the first name that came to my mind was Dylan's. Somehow I feared that he was able to hurt himself and that scared me even more than him being able to hurt someone else. Of course I felt terrible about Tyler as well.
I parked my car and ran to the entrance of the hospital, almost slipping on some ice. I hurried to the reception and then spoke to the first person I saw. "Hi. Someone just called me. I'm here to see Tyler Posey. He was brought in with a broken jaw about an hour ago." The woman looked at me from over her glasses and then turned to her computer screen, typing something. 

"Ah yes dear. You'll find him in the emergency room. Just follow the blue arrow." I thanked the lady and turned around to follow the blue arrow. The halls looked almost like a maze and I had to run back a couple of times because I'd taken the wrong turn. Eventually I made it to a room filled with light blue curtains and I started scanning the area for the familiar mob of brown hair. When I first saw him I felt a lump form in my throat. He looked absolutely fucking terrible.

"Oh god Tyler." I breathed out, walking over to him. "What in the world happened to you?" 

"Dylan found me." He said but speaking was hard for him. I gasped when I hears those words. That name.  

"What?" 

"I was waking home through an alley. He stood right in front of me all of a sudden. He was fucking pissed. Warned me to stay away from you. Then he started beating the living daylight out off me." He coughed and then moaned in pain. I wrapped a hand over my mouth. My brain started working overtime. Dylan? How? How did he find him? How did this happen? And then the little bells inside my head started ringing.

"Oh God..." I breathed out when I realised what was going on. "Oh God I'm so fucking stupid. I should've known." 

"What? What do you mean?" Tyler tried to sit up but I could see that the effort was hurting him really badly. He groaned and moaned so I quickly came to his help. I grabbed another pillow and shoved that under his head so he could sit up straight. 

"Dylan follows me. I mean he told me once that he'd followed me to the bar I work at. But he knew everything about me before we'd even spoken one word to each other. He knew my name, my job. He knew where I live and who my friends are. He's got a psychiatrist all of the sudden, happens to be my best friend. I should've known it was not that one time. He follows me everywhere I go. He never leaves me out of his sight." The realisation hit me like a train and it made shivers go down my spine. Knowing that he'd been following me, that he had been watching me, made me sick. And now, because I didn't realise that sooner, Tyler was in the hospital. 

"Jess... That's stalking. When you told me he was acting violent I had no idea it was this bad. Jess he's insane." 

"Don't call him that." I begged. "He just needs help. He's all alone." 

"You can't justify what he has done. He stalks you. He beat me 'till I was unconscious. I have to file a complaint against him Jess. He belongs in a mental institution." 

"No Tyler. Please don't. Give me a chance to talk to him. Neither of us know his story. We need to give him a chance to explain himself. I'm sure he can change if he wants to." I was being pathetic defending Dylan like this but I was also like eighty percent sure that he could be changed and I liked the thought of me being the one to make that happen. Because the Dylan that he used to be sounded amazing. He was happy and funny. Combine that with his extreme beauty and you had yourself some great boyfriend material. I mentally smacked myself across the head for thinking such thoughts. Because it didn't matter how gorgeous he was, Tyler was right: he was insane. 

"Fine..." Tyler eventually brought out, along with a deep sigh. "But if he hurts you in anyway or if he ever dares to touch me again, I'll go to the police." I nodded in agreement, even though I was not too fond of the idea, but I knew this was the only option I had. "Belief me Jess, I don't like doing this. He used to be my best friend, my brother. But now I just don't recognise him anymore. He's a danger to both of us and if anything happens to you I will always blame myself, knowing I could've prevented it." I placed my hand over his, his skin feeling nice and warm against my cold fingers. 

"There must be a reason why he chose me Tyler. Out of all the girls walking around in L.A, he decided that I'd be his perfect match..." I told him but while I was smiling, the corners of Tyler's mouth dropped down in a scared expression. Like he'd seen the devil. 

"...Or his perfect victim." 

[Okay so I need someone to give me a good Dylan O'Brien fanfic to read ( no imagines please) I'm dying over here and I can't find a thing!]