Chapter 38- Hypocrite

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Chapter 38- Hypocrite
Dylan

How could I do that? How could I make her cry? I promised myself that I'll keep her happy, but she was crying because of me. Ughhhh! I hate myself!

It's 8:00 pm right now, and I decide to drive to her house. I need to tell her that what I said was all a lie. I need to tell her that the kiss meant something very fucking important to me.

I enter my car and drove straight to her house at a full speed. Once I reach her house, I hurriedly leave the car and open the door to her house.

What I see next shocks me. She was kissing another guy! She then pushes the guy away and looks at me with fear in her eyes. She starts walking towards me, but I show no emotion. "Dylan wait!" Was the last thing I heard before I entered my car.

How could she kiss someone else? How the fuck could she just stomp on my heart? But who am I to say anything? I broke her heart a million times but I probably didn't do it this way. No, I'm wrong.

I'm such a fucking hypocrite! 

I drove to the nearest bar, bought two bottles of alcohol and pay without even taking the change back. I open one bottle and start chugging it down while driving.

My mind, my heart, my emotions, they all weren't in a right position right now. They all were messed up. I open up another bottle and chug it all down with my eyes closed, as I let the tears flow down my cheeks.

Probably the most fucking dumb move.

Once I open my eyes, everything happened too fast and I crashed into another car, hitting my head real hard on the stirring wheel. Blood started pouring down my forehead. I open the door and leave the car, walking straight without my vision being proper.

I could hear people screaming and the honking of cars. Soon my vision blurred out even more and I just fell on the floor, instantly seeing all black.

Melanie

I slapped Chris after Dylan left and told him to get the fuck out of my house. Dylan saw that and now he thinks I kissed him and when I tried to reach out to him, he just left emotionless.

I take my phone and frantically dial Dylan's number, but he wasn't picking up.

I called one again.

Pick up Dylan.

But again no response. I called once again, but still nothing. I call Nathan next, "hello?"

"Nathan, is Dylan with you right now?"

"No. Why? What happened?"

"He isn't picking up his phone."

"Try again, maybe he's just asleep."

"Alright thanks." I say and hung up.

I call Dylan again, but get no response yet again. This time when I called, he picked up, "Dylan where the fuck are you? I've been calling you and you pick up now? Where-"

"Is this Melanie?" An unknown voice asks,

"Yes I am but who is this?"

"The guy you're talking about has just gotten into an accident and we're gonna take him to the hospital." He said, and I felt like my world came apart.

"What? Which hospital? Can you just send the location on this phone. Please do it quick. Thank you." I say and hung up. I got a message with the address of the hospital.

I call Nathan, tears were heavily pouring out of my eyes right now. "Nat- Nathan- Dylan got into an accident."

"What?"

"A person picked up his phone and now they're taking him to the hospital."

"Which hospital?"

"I'll- I'll send you the address, just come there with Emma."

I hung up and send him the message with the address.

I find my car keys and hurriedly leave the house. I couldn't care less about my appearance right now, all that's clouding my mind right now was,

Dylan.

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Quote:"True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring—once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome...except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous."
- Stephen King

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