In time

Chapter 4

I was starting to get hot and tired. Dylan gave me my tea and sat down next to me. He gave me a blanket that was really warm and soft. I had my back against the arm rest and my legs on his lap. He was watching tv and kept running his hand over my legs.

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"If you don't tell me where he is I shall shoot you in the stomach, so you have more pain to deal with before you die."

His foot on my torso, with his gun pointing directly to my stomach next to his foot.

"Who are you?" I was steady and calm, not showing fear.

"You know who I am, I'm your father." He moved the gun to his side and put it on his leather jacket pocket.

"You're a fucking lying bastard. Why the fuck are you here!" I was screaming, tears were running down the sides of my cheeks.

"Once I find that Alex guy, I'll rip out his lungs and hang them on my wall and leave his body to decay on the side of a highway." He choked on a few words but I knew, he wasn't kidding.

"Who? Moms new "boyfriend?" I moved his leg off of me and sat up.

"Where's that sick son of bitch? Why didn't you tell me he touched you?"

I woke up, I had wiped my eyes from the tears. I looked to the window in the living room and it was very bright out. Dylan was sound asleep. I got up, went straight for the bathroom and took a shower. His bathroom had black tile, and white walls. The shower curtain was white with black squares on it. One of the smaller walls, was a mirror. It was beautiful. But the person staring directly into it, was not. The sink was a cold marble surface. I've never admired a bathroom like this before. The tile was cold, I was completely naked.

"Get on your knees!"

"Please don't hurt me, I'm not sure I understand." I pleaded and begged for him to stop.

"Don't tell anyone, or I'll kill you!" His hand clenched my neck and he pushed my head toward the floor.

The floor was cold and I could see my shitty reflection.

"Get up! You fucking slut. I saw how you looked down at my crotch!"

I was on the floor, crying. My arms were covering my knees and I was out of my horrible day dream. Flashbacks can kill.

I turned on the shower and went into the shower. I stood there, I could feel my makeup running down my face. After the warm relaxing shower I stepped out and took a towel and dryer my hair. I was staring into the mirror. I looked pale and frail. I put a towel on to cover my body so I could grab my duffle bag full of clothes and my medications. I opened the heavy door and went to get my bag off of Dylan's bed. I took it back into the bathroom across the hall, I felt the surroundings to be different. I walked down the hallway to the living room. Dylan was no where to be found. I went back to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stood near the sink and above the sink there was a cabinet. I didn't want to open it but I am curious. All I saw was over the counter cliche drugs. Advil, vitamins, sleeping aids, mucinex. Then I saw, two orange prescription bottles. The first one looked like white pain killers, to Dylan Antonelli. The second bottle looked like yellow antidepressants that I take. I closed the cabinet, and took my towel off. I grabbed out a pair of running shorts, and a flowly tank top. I put on a black bra, and threw the white tank top over it. I put my running shorts on over my black bra matching panties. My hair was long and started to curl at the ends and it was still damp. I didn't bother putting on makeup. I walked out of the bathroom into a silent house. I went to the kitchen and got a cold water bottle from the fridge. It had felt like It was my own house. I went to clean up my things in the bathroom and went to put on my running shoes.

"Leaving?" A voice interrupted me while tying my shoes.

"What the hell? How did you get in here?" I was so scared I could feel my face blush.

"Oh the door was a tad opened just now..."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Matt, Dylan's brother... Wow Dylan should stop bringing girls home!" His laughter sounded just like Dylan's.

"He brings. Never mind. Hi I'm Natalie." I smiled and continued to finish tying my shoe.

"I was joking, he literally never has anyone here."

"Well I have no idea where Dylan is so." I got up and got my water off the kitchen table.

"Ah runner? Or volleyball player, your ass is perfect!"

"Seriously you and Dylan aren't alike, but uh thanks I guess. But I'm a runner."

"Dylan is at work yeah he sent me here to make sure you were still breathing. I thought he got a dog or something. Didn't know you were human when he said to check up on you."

I couldn't help but to laugh "so, you don't by any chance know any good running paths to take?

"I actually was going to go on a run soon. How about in thirty minutes I'll come back and be ready for a run and I'll guide you?"

"Sounds good, I'll be waiting." He walked out of the apartment and waved.

Wow. I was actually social.

I was stretching and it's been 20 min since Matt had left. I heard a knock at the door, "who is it?"

"I'm batman." The voice was serious and deep.

I couldn't help but to laugh and open the door. Matt, in a black muscle tee, and black and bright green basketball shorts. His biceps were defined and tan.

"Thanks for the glance!" He walked in the apartment and laughed at me.

"Oh was it noticeable?" I grabbed my bottle of water and we left the building.

His car was a black BMW I wasn't so surprised. I was in the car watching the surroundings. Then I had felt a warm hand on my upper thigh.

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So basically, Natalie is getting haunted by her past and getting very lost in translation with Dylan's brother Matt.

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