My Achilles' Heel

Chapter Two: Friends

"I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to fall. I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. l'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too." -f.r.i.e.n.d.s

A/N- IM SORRY i forgot it was christmas eve that night so technically on Dean's POV, was supposed to be Christmas!! But don't worry i gotchu. This chapter is still on that same day but on Harlyn's POV. Enjoy!! Xx

p.s- pls don't be shy :-/ I'd love to hear those delightful thoughts on your head, share it to me!! Maybe? Just post a comment below or you can message me, anything. <3

Harlyn

"you too, Dean."

It felt like my heart just shattered to million pieces. I haven't been in this place for two days and he already taking my brothers away from me. This is unbelievable! Why is he doing this to me? I'm finally home and I want my family by my side, not apart.

Breakfast was short, due to father's short brief about 'sacred' mission of his. He wouldn't even tell us what's really going on and expect us to obey. I was the first one to leave the table, as soon as he spoke about how he's going to contact mother and I from across the Mediterranean Sea and the 'best men' that he's leaving behind to make sure that we're safe. I know some things may have changed these past two years, but I won't let them push me away just because I wasn't a part of it.

Sam and Dean came shortly right after I left the table to make sure I was okay. I was, until Dean told us that father was taking both of them away because he wants the boys to prepare and learn about his business because soon it'll be theirs to rule. It broke my heart hearing that my father is taking my brothers away, but this? Makes me mad. I'm furious at him. Throwing them into some military camp and turn them into street soldiers that protects paperworks. This is bullshit. I'm out. I need to get some fresh air. Need to get outta here.

Walking seems like forever to our garage. I took my keys that were hanging on the wall beside the garage door, got in the car and I drove away from that house, away from my problems, away from everything.

I don't know how long it has been in this car, drowning in my own thoughts, suddenly I'm in front of Bella's house. After five minutes deciding whether to call her or not, not. And I get out of the car, walked towards the gate. Before I could reach the gate, the gate opened up by itself. It freaked me out a lil bit and then my phone rang which made me jumped. It was Bella, I answered the call.

"Hey.." She said after years of not talking to her.

"Hey back" I just stood there in the middle of the grass patches that was all over Bella's front yard.

"Get your ugly ass up here, I ain't going down." ..and that, is just how we talk.

"Miss you too." I replied.

*two hours later*

"OMG he did what? WHAT? What kind of deal he made anyway? And who with? The devil? I can't believe this, it's surreal" Bella semi-yelled at me. We updated each other lives these past two years.

She told me how she and Zach broke up over the summer because he was a jerk. Zach is a close friend of Dave Franco, or I must say, a true follower. Zach worshipped Dave. I have no idea why. Dave used to be the love of my life in Dorne High. That was before I moved to the boarding school. Following his true idol's footsteps, Dave, Zach cheated on Bella. Despite the fact that I've always known, but I never tell anyone about it. Especially Bella. Anywho.... Besides that, she made new friends and she admitted she can never get along with them, almost done with foundations and she said she was looking for someone new. She made sure that I almost didn't hear that part and tried to cover it up by changing the subject. Honestly, I was waiting for her to say something like that so I could be her matchmaker, whether she likes it or not.
Sarah Isabella Gerby. The perfect brunette. One of the most humble yet the most narcissistic person I've ever known. Or I just don't know that many people, poor me. She has billions of guys falling to her feet but as cliché as it is she falls for the wrong guys, always.