She called someone to check in with her mother's family. Porsha was on the phone with her uncle, Ruben, informing him about what happened to her parents. Dylan and his uncle, Vincent was in the living room playing Overwatch and COD 2. Porsha walked into the living room, putting her phone in her pocket and sitting beside Dylan. Dylan glanced at her gently. "Hey Porsha." He said while he handed his game controller to her. "Here. Play with my uncle while I help my aunt with dinner." Porsha slowly grabbed the controller from Dylan. Dylan got up and stretched and walked to the kitchen and to his aunt. "Hey Aunt Rachel whats up?" Rachel looked up at Dylan with an gentle smile. "Nothing Dyl. Want to help?" Dylan's face lightened up with an smile. "You know that I would love to help you with cooking Aunt." He helped her with roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, and peas. Rachel walked to the living room and looked at Porsha and Vincent. "Porsha and Vincent, food is ready." They both paused the game and walked to the dining room where Dylan was fixing his food. Porsha walked beside him and looked at the food. "What is it?" Dylan looked at her with a slight grin on his face. "It's Roast Beef and Gravy, Mashed Potatoes, and Peas Porsha." Porsha nodded and fixed her plate and sat down beside Dylan. Dylan finished his plate and put it in the sink and walked to the room that he and Porsha was sharing for that night. Everyone finished their plates and put them in the sink. Dylan walked to the room, sitting on the bed. He was getting ready for bed as he noticed an bloody hoodie that belongs to Porsha. "P-porsha!" Porsha walked to the room. "Yes Dyl?"
Dylan picked the hoodie and looked at her, scared. "W-what is this...? D-did you killed my parents and sibling....?" Porsha looked at him with an soft smirk. "Maybe.. Maybe not.. But now you are mine, Dylan!~" Dylan started to panic before running out of his uncle's house, disappearing into the woods. He ran until his legs gave up on himself and he came falling to the ground. He was terrified that someone who he trusted was the person who did it to him. His family.. gone. Dylan teared up and looked at his jacket that was ruined by the trees and branches that he ran into. He sat there until he heard an noise behind him. Then he felt something crash in his head..
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Betrayal
TerrorDylan is a 17 years old boy who parents and little sister was killed by someone. He and his best friend tries to find who did it but little does Dylan knows that the killer has been with him the whole time.
