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"ISABELLA. I know you're home. I saw your car," Dylan said, "Isabella open up. Please."
"Go away!"
"No. Come on, Isabella. We've been through this. Talk to me." He said.
"Please, just leave."
"No let me in. I'm not leaving until you do." He said.
"I don't want to talk," she said, "So just leave!"
"No!"
Dylan waited for another response, but it didn't come. He sighed as he began pacing around the hallway. His hands were scratching the back of his neck, thinking of a way to get Isabella to open her door. He finally remembered about the spare key she had hidden around. He looked under the door mat, inside and under the fern pot by the window , but there was nothing. He sighed and went to knock on the door, but he just got the same response as last time. He was resting his forehead on the door with his hands beside him on the frame when he realized the top of the door frame was out enough for a key to be hidden there. So he checked. And sure enough, he felt a key.
Slowly and quietly, he opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around the apartment, but no one was there. He carefully followed the sound of sniffling to a bedroom. He stood at the doorway watching as Isabella sat on her bed, fidgeting with the stuffed animal Alexandra bought for the baby.
"That stuffed animal is really cute." Dylan said, causing Isabella to jump.
"How did you get in?" Isabella asked.
"Spare key," he said, "Good hiding spot."
"Clearly not good enough."'
"Come on, Isabella. We've been through this. I will always be here for you." Dylan told.
"Maybe I don't want someone to be there for me. Maybe I just want to be alone right now."
"Well I'm not letting you be alone."
"Why?"
"Because I care for you, Isabella!" He said, "How could I not? Isabella, you are such an important person in my life. Seeing you like this makes me feel so upset. I care about you, Isabella. I care that those people are bringing so much hate into your life, and it makes me so angry that I can't stop it. Isabella, I want to help you. You just need to let me in."
"Why does everyone hate me?" She questioned, tears falling from her eyes, "What have I done to them, to make them all hate me?"
"They're jealous. They're angry that they're not you. They wish it was then in your position."
"Eighteen and pregnant after a one night stand? Who would ever want to be in my position?" She questioned.
"They want the love and support you get. There are so many people who care for you. They want to see you be successful. They are proud and know that this minor setback won't stop you from being the best person you could be."
"God you have a way with words." She sighed.
"I know," he smiled, "But I also know, that you could use some company that isn't me. So I called, and I got some people to come."
Dylan motioned to the doorway where there stood Kara and Alexandra. They smiled as they walked in with pillows, food, and blankets in they're hands. Isabella laughed as she walked over and gave the two of them hug.
"Dylan called us. Said you could use a girls day, and night." Kara said.
