Code Red

Chapter 22: Dylan!

Chapter 22: Dylan!

The truck barreled into their car, the shock and impact of the crash killing them both. The saddest part of it all was that they never told one another they loved each other. Their grave stones read as following:

Nina Parris

A loved daughter and sister

1996-2013

 

Dylan Stone

A loved son and brother

1996-2013

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The scenario flashed through my mind as I put my hands up in front of my face to try to block the oncoming truck. “Dylan!” I shrieked as I felt the car swerve once more, until we finally screeched to a stop, dirt flying around the car.

Hearing mine and Dylan’s heavy breathing, I slowly opened my eyes to see that Dylan somehow maneuvered us off the road and onto the side of the street or the grass. Tears still streamed heavily down my face as I looked over to see Dylan’s head being cradled in his hands, his body shaking.

“Oh my God, Dylan, I am so sorry,” I sobbed, unbuckling my seat belt and climbing over onto his lap. He opened his arms immediately and I cuddled into his chest, the sobs racking through my body.

The car was filled with my wails and Dylan’s quiet wheezes as he cried into my hair. “I am so sorry,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his forehead. He squeezed me tighter to his body as if I was the only person keeping him sane. I hugged him to my chest and let him cry, letting him get out all of his misery.

“She’s going to be okay, she’s going to be just fine,” I soothed, my loud sobs now turned into shaky breaths. Dylan looked up at me, and my heart broke at just the mere sight. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were red, moist and puffy. His hair was a mess as I ran my fingers through it, trying to calm him down. I cradled his head and planted tiny kisses, my hands wiping the tears as they fell. He was breaking and my heart broke for him. 

 “I don’t know, Nina. She is suffering so much now,” He whispered, his voice croaky. He buried his head into my neck and I felt like such an idiot.

“I know, Dylan, but the hospital is doing everything they could for her, you have to know that,” I assured, cradling his face in my hands.

“I know, I know,” He mumbled, dropping his gaze from my face. I put my hands in my lap, tears building up once more. God, what was wrong with me?! “What’s wrong now?” He asked worriedly, trying to move the hair that I let fall in front of my face.

I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to look at him. I felt ashamed that I ran out of the house, without even comforting my own boyfriend, and put us both in danger.

“Hey, Nina, look at me.” I shook my head and blinked rapidly, swallowing the lump of guilt that formed in my throat. “Look at me,” He repeated, cupping my soaked cheeks and bringing my face to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, Dylan,” I blurted, retching my head out of his hold and into my hands. “I ran out of the house, not even comforting you like the horrible girlfriend I am. This is about you and your family, not me. I was selfish… I’m just sorry,” I shook my head, letting the droplets of water fall onto my hands.

He forcibly removed my hands from covering my face, much to my protest, and planted a kiss on my lips. “Baby, you are not selfish and most definitely not a horrible girlfriend. I should have found a time to tell you, especially when I have been living in your house. It wasn’t fair of me, and come on; you got my mind off of it, didn’t you?” He let out a chuckle, and I couldn’t help when a small smile of my own littered my face.