Crazy In Love || Dylan O'Brien

Chapter 20

Playlist: Haunt-Bastille

After she managed to move her gaze from the blood that now covered her once white shirt, which was a hard task on its own, she was panicking with being somewhere she didn't know and adding to that the fact she couldn't even remember getting there, she finally found her phone and pulled it out of her pocket with a shaky hand.

She lets out a sigh once her shaky fingers finally click on Dylan's name. Lifting it up to her ear, all while looking around her and trying to figure out where she was exactly.

"Where are you?! " he snaps through the phone.

"I don't know..." her voice cracks and at hearing that, the concern that's been filling him all morning only intensifies.

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"What happened? Why did you up and leave this morn-?"

The blue eyed boy starts asking on the brunette entering the lab with the brown eyed boy right behind her. But he stops short from making his way towards her once noticing the large spot covered with dry blood on the front of her shirt.

"Are you okay? What the fuck happened?"

Snapping out of his daze, he imidiatelly makes his way towards her. Holding her at an arm length to check for any injuries.

"It's not mine..."

All it took was for her voice to crack for him to pull her into a tight hug. He remembered the guilt that laced her voice when she told him about killing her ex, the shame that was so visible in her voice back then, it was there that very moment.

"You're okay" he whispered in her ear as tears started to silently fall down her cheek.

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"Do you remember anything from yesterday?" James asks her with furrowed eyebrows in concern.

"I remember waking up and then you guys telling me that I almost died...the last thing I remember was us talking. I don't remember falling asleep, Dylan" she gestures towards the brown eyed boy with a wave of her hand.

"What's the last thing you remember saying?" He asks her cautiously.

"I told you how I killed him...but that was it, I can't remember anything else" she shakes her head at him.

"What, how did you kill him if he's still, well, very much alive to me?" James asks in confusion.

"What matters right now, is that it seems like you've blacked out and ended up somewhere, doing something you can't remember" Andy spoke, ignoring the hazel eyed boy previous question.

"What are you even still doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off with your league of evil people anyways?" She couldn't help but scoff at the green eyed boy, to which he just rolled his eyes to.

"Well, I was planning to. Until everyone realised you were gone and started  blaming me. Trust me, I didn't have a choice to leave" he gave her a tight sarcastic smile.

But that wasn't true, she knew he was lying. Because if he really wanted to leave, he could have, he had powers unlike the rest and so she wondered why he really stayed behind.

Just then Elora's phone started ringing and from the stone look that came over her face on seeing the ID caller, the brown eyed boy knew who it was.

"You know you still have to let him know that you're not dead, right?"

Dylan whispers to her, so only she could hear. After all, it was only him that now knew of her past and the memories she regained.

"I just don't think I'm ready..." She whispers back, her eyes locking with his and the pain in them imidiatelly noticeable to him.