Dylan's P.O.V
This was one of those moments when I wished I had something to smoke. Something to take me from this world and put me on cloud nine. Unfortunately, I hadn't had anything in weeks and I could feel the withdrawal building in my nervousness.
"I'm Dylan." I spoke through the thick tension the glares of Megan's family created.
"I know who you are, the idiot that held a gun in my daughter's face." Her dad spat.
"That's never been proven."
"And now I know why, you had her lie to cover you. You're a twisted man."
"And you presume yourself to be somehow better than me? We are all twisted souls, you have your secrets and I have mine."
"It's not secret when you go around waving your gun in a bank."
Megan rested an arm on my forearm. She could sense how tense I was and on the verge of a fight. I had a dangerously short temper.
"Let it go." She whispered and rubbed my arm a little.
"Megan, what is this? Honey if this is some kind of stunt you win, the goal for best pranks is yours."
"It's not a prank daddy, I love him."
"How can you love a monster."
I lunged a feet inches before Megan was pulling me back.
"This isn't what you want to do, it'll just make things worse." Megan coached sensing my growing anger.
The drug withdrawal was playing my anger like a game and I couldn't calm down. I needed a fix now. I started for the door and Megan put a hand on my chest.
"Where are you going?"
"Out, screw your stuck-up family. I don't need their approval, I couldn't care less whether they like me or not."
I walked off and left Megan there open mouthed. She was probably going to be pissed after I left her to get chewed out by her parents, I didn't care right now though. I need drugs and I needed them now.
