Dylan's P O V
" What do you mean, I have to get her there by tonight?! I am not no super human, how can you expect me to get there by tonight?!"
I was currently having a stressful conversation, no, argument with Mr. Anderson. Apparently, if I do not get Esther back by tonight, my father would be hospitalized and I do not want them to do that even if I have feelings for her. Blood before love.
There was static at the other end of the line and went quiet for awhile. I looked at my phone to make sure, he did not hang up when his voice resounded.
"Well you better try your bloody best because the police already told me, if no one finds her by tonight then, the whole thing will be canceled. So, hurry your butt back here because we all know you have found her already. Is that incorrect or am I lying?"
You're lying. Is what I wanted to tell him, just to get the douche aggravated and leave me alone but I could not do that with my Father's life on the line. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, frustratedly while watching Esther help Mark skate across the ice. Esther laughed and I felt myself grow jealous. I looked away and answered. "Yeah, yeah I found her. Lay one finger on either one of them and I promise you it would not be pretty for either one of you!"
I heard Mr. Anderson scoffed but before he could make a remark I hung up on him and shoved my phone in my back pocket. I was heading to the exit of the ice rink, when I heard a crash and two people say, "Ouch!"
I turned but then regretted it, instantly, because what I saw made me even more depressed. What I saw was Esther on top of Mark and they just looked into each other's eyes. Get away from him, Esther, please! He does not love you like I love you. I wanted to scream but it would not come out because there was a part of me that told me how selfish I was and what kind of love was it if I was turning her in to her parents, while lying to her face.
But you are doing this for your Father, Dylan. It is the right thing to do, so do not feel guilty for doing the right thing. If she was a sane person then she would do the same thing to you if she was in your shoes. If she did not do what you are doing then she cares about you more than her family and that would be wrong even under her circumstances.
I thought about it some more, was I really doing the right thing? Would my father approve or would he sacrifice himself for my happiness? No, I would not let that happen, even if he did insist on doing it for me. I was broken out of my thoughts when Esther leaned down and pecked Mark on the cheek. They then got up and headed my way but not before yelling at Callie to come too. I quickly got out and headed over to the little bench to take off my skates, I then gave them back to the guy while watching Callie clambering out of the rink. She almost tripped over a pair of shoes and she looked around, embaressed, to see if anyone saw her and I laughed. She heard me laugh and stuck her tongue out at me, I ignored it when my phone buzzed and I checked it to see it was a message from a blocked number. Probably one of the Andersons. But I was wrong, yet again, just like I was wrong for thinking Esther had some type of feelings for me. The text message turned out to be from... MY DAD!
I hurriedly opened it up and started reading it.
Hey, son. This is your father, do not worry about me okay. I was able to get to a phone when I wnt to breakfast this morning by myself. I know I told you not to worry about me, but I am scared and I rather you to never come back here. Keep, Esther safe okay? I know what they are planning to do with me and it will be painful but I just want you to know how much I love you, son. I love you.
"Hey, Dylan! Are you okay? You are crying! Please, tell me if something happened to you?!"
I looked to my side and saw Esther with a worried stricken face. That was when I felt a wet moisture on my nose and I wiped it away. How long have I been standing here and crying? Esther pulled my arm, gently to look at her and I did. She gave me a questioning look and I sniffled. Iknew I had to lie to her. It is now or never. Now or Never. It has to be done, Dylan. Now it is just a little lie that might make her nevere forgive you again, if she manages to get away from her parents once again. Thta was supposed to make me feel better, conscious?!
