Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

27 | Four o'clock

As usual after New Year, the gym was packed. I and many others had made the new year's resolution of working out more, knowing very well that within a month I would be quitting. But for now I was still sweating and panting on the treadmill in yoga pants that were too tight and a sports bra that made my boobs bounce. To be honest, I did feel fantastic after a workout, but it was the getting there that was always the hardest. The dragging-myself-out-of-the-couch-and-into-the-car part. 
I was more than glad to be back home and under the shower after two hours of intense workout. I let the water rinse of the sweat from my body and shampooed my hair. My phone suddenly rang, causing me to curse and jump out from underneath the nice, warm water. I wrapped a towel around my body, dried my hands and grabbed for the vibrating iPhone on the sink, without looking who had called me.

"Hi, this is Jessica." I said. 

"Oh hey Jess!" A cheerful voice on the other side of the line sounded, I immediately knew who it was. 

"Hey Tyler." I smiled even though he couldn't see me. "You always seem to call me at the worst times." I chuckled. 

"Damn it! Again? In bed or under the shower?" 

"Under the shower." I replied. It was true. Tyler always called me when I was either sleeping or soaking wet. We laughed at it and I continued to dry myself with one hand. "So what's up?" I asked. 

"Not much. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today at my place."  I thought about it for a second. I didn't have to work today and Dylan was at a session with Alex so he probably wouldn't be in the best mood to hang out. He was trying really hard and things were going great but whenever he came back from his sessions with Alex he just had to be left alone. It was a lot for him and sometimes it just drained all the energy from his body. Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he was sad. Whatever it was he just needed some time for himself. 

"Sounds good." I said. "What time were you thinking?" 

"Around four? I have a new waffle iron that I'd love to try with you." I could feel him smirk on the other side of the line. 

"Only if I can make the batter, yours is too salty." He gasped. 

"Mine is heavenly!" 

"Fine make your own waffles then." 

"Alright then." He growled. "Be here at four." And he hung up without saying goodbye. It was all in good fun. I liked to tease him, just as much as he liked to tease me. Tyler and I had become great friends. He was the one I went to when I was feeling down with Dylan. The one that told me to keep smiling. He would tell me what a fun and friendly guy Dylan used to be and that he was on his way back to being that boy. The thought of that made my heart skip a beat. Alex and I had worked things out but seeing as he was now frequently treating Dylan he didn't want to speak a word about him anymore. So Tyler became my go-to friend. 

I looked down at my phone to check the time. It was a little past three. The drive to Tyler wouldn't be too long but I also didn't want to be late. I was nothing if I wasn't punctual. I headed for my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a warm grey sweater. It was not the most fashionable outfit but it sure as hell was cosy. After drying my hair and applying a small amount of makeup I raced downstairs to put on my coat and shoes and I was out the door. I looked at the clock in my car. I would arrive at Tyler's at exactly four o'clock. 

I parked my car behind Tyler's building as I always did and walked around to the front. And I wished I hadn't. Because at four o'clock my world collapsed. 
I saw the boy I had grown to love beat the living day light out of the boy I called my friend. Tyler was helplessly pressed against the wall as Dylan kept punching him, over and over again. I wasn't even sure if he was still conscious. Tyler's head bounced from his neck every time Dylan launched his fist against his jaw. Blood had started dripping from Tyler's nose and lips. He just let it all come over him, not fighting back at all. I screamed. I couldn't even yell his name. I couldn't even beg him to stop. I was lost at words. What was he doing? Why? After everything we had been through, after all his sessions with Alex he was back to being the old Dylan? Had he not changed at all? He assaulted Tyler once and I forgave. We never spoke about it and I pretended that I didn't care if he hit a thousand men. But right now, when Tyler had been nothing but a good friend to me and supported me, I couldn't pretend it was nothing anymore. Dylan turned around when he heard me scream and the horror was visible in his eyes. 

"Jess..." He breathed out. He let go of Tyler and the boy slid to the ground. I felt how a certain rage took over me. I clenched my hands into fists and stared at him in pure disgust. "Jess I can explain." He tried, walking over to me. 

"I'm sure you can Dylan!" I yelled. "He probably challenged you, right? It's his fault, not yours. You were just casually walking by?" I spat. At the same time that I was yelling another sound towered over my voice. Sirens. 

"Jess, please. It's not what you think." He pleaded. I was tired of hearing his lies. It made me sick to my stomach to hear him sugarcoat everything that he did. 

"Enough Dylan!" I screamed. "I don't want to hear it anymore. It's exactly what I think. You just couldn't stand the thought of another guy spending time with me. Are you really that jealous that you have to beat the crap out of my friends? Who would've been next? Alex? My brother? Me?"

"I would never--" He tried but I cut him off. 

"Hurt me?" I scoffed. "You say that now but how can I know that one day you won't lash out at me like you did today?" The sirens I had heard in the background were now loud and clear. A car stopped right behind me and I saw Dylan staring at it with pain in his eyes. I quickly turned around to have a look at it. The police. They were here to take him. And I didn't even care. 

"How can you say that Jess?" Dylan now shouted. I had hurt him, I could see that. "You know that I love you. I would rather die than see you in pain." He growled. I couldn't say anything anymore. I couldn't even look at him. What he had done now, what he had done again, was just the last straw. 

"Sir." A male voice behind me suddenly spoke. "Step away from the young lady please." The voice was demanding and directed to Dylan. He didn't listen. He just kept staring at me. 

"Jess, please." He begged. 

"Sir." The voice said again. "Step away and put your hands behind your head." The police officer remained calm as Dylan kept refusing him. 

"Jess I love you." He breathed out. 

"If you really love me, you'll go with him." As I spoke the words I caught myself staring at the ground. I was too afraid, too ashamed, to face him. And Dylan listened to me. He put his hands up in the air and behind his head and stepped backwards. The police officer passed me and grabbed Dylan's hands, cuffing them. In silence the officer brought Dylan to the car and then came back to me. I was still nailed to the ground. 

"Miss. Are you okay?" The man asked. I looked up. The police officer was middle-aged, his grey hair already coming through. He looked friendly. I could only nod my head at him, the lump in my throat blocking the words from coming out. "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head no. "Alright. An ambulance is on its way for him." He pointed to Tyler. "I need you to come by the office to give a statement as soon as you can." Again I nodded. The man smiled, patted me on the shoulder and then disappeared with Dylan in the back of his car. 

[Here I am apologising for not updating in fucking forever. I hope you still enjoyed this chapter]