The Young Mate

He Left Sweetheart. -Chapter 1-

I sat at the Lunch table on my knees, I finished eating my grilled cheese and pushed my tray away waiting for the Lunch Lady's to tell us we could clear our trays if we were done. I glanced up as a man walked into the cafeteria talking with my father.

His hair short and brown spiked up, his shirt was maroon and hung loosely around him as he slipped his hands into his pockets. I glanced at my father, they were both talking calmly. I quickly recognized the man as Dylan and bounced up running over to him and jumping into his arms.

"DYLAN" I yelled as he caught me bringing me into a hug. I rested my head onto his shoulder placing my arms around his neck.

"I am happy that I know I can trust her beloved but the age gap does bother me..." my father said, I don't really understand what he meant but I didn't care.

'Trust me Finn. I would never hurt Tyler. It would never cross my mind. I was hoping to talk to her though about my upcoming absence." They were using such big words I couldn't understand them.

"You may take her out early today if you are still leaving at the designated time. I will consult the principle and if he has troubles he can bring them up with me." My dad said as he turned gently stroking my hair with his hand before walking off to his next meeting.

"Dylan... where are we going?" I asked as he turned walking out of the doors to the Lunch room.

"I need to have a small talk with you so I'm taking you home early today Ty." I nodded as he set me in the backseat. "You can buckle yourself right?" I nodded taking the seatbelt and pulling it over myself and the carseat.

He walked around the side getting in the drivers seat and driving me home. When we got inside he sat me down at the kitchen table and sat across me. "Tyler. I'm going to be leaving..... on a business trip for awhile.. I won't be back for a long time. It may be hard for a few days but trust me. I will return."

He ran his hand through his hair breathing out softly "Why?" I asked turning my head slightly.

He breathed heavily placing his hands over his face. "I can't explain to you yet. But I promise I will when I get back okay? Pinky promise." He held out his pinky I smiled shaking my pinky in his.

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5 hours later
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I woke up screaming calling for Dylan my mom came in with her blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. "what's wrong?" She asked smoothing down my hair when I finally stopped screaming

"Where's Dylan?" I asked using my hand to wipe my tears.

She sighed pursing her lips together "He left sweetie, a couple hours ago." I nodded turning over. My chest felt different, weird without him around. I couldn't tell why I needed him but I did. My mom tucked my hair behind my ear getting it out of my face. "C'mon Tyler. Get in your pjs and let me braid your hair before you go back to bed. Please?"

I sighed getting up and walking over to my dresser, I slipped on my Lion King pajamas that had Simba all over them and grabbed my tinker bell brush before walking back over to my mom. She grabbed the hair tie off my stand and moved over so I could sit in front of her.

She gently ran the brush through my hair she set it down when she was done and slipped her fingers into a glass of water I didn't notice she had. She ran her fingers through my hair making it damp and easier to braid. "Mommy?" She hummed allowing me to continue. "Why does it feel different.. now that Dylan is gone..." she sighed as she braided.

I felt her finish the braid and turn me slightly "you'll understand more when you're older, but he is important. Or he will be, but he had to leave so your bond didn't strengthen. You'll see him again. I promise. Now go to bed hon it's late. Do you want the hallway light on?" She asked getting up and placing the blanket around me as I laid down on my bed. I nodded my head and she gently kissed my head.

"Okay. Good night sweetie." She grabbed the glass she used for my hair and walked out of the room leaving the hallway light on and my door open a crack.

I didn't get much sleep, I kept having nightmares where Dylan died, or killed me. My parents began to make me sleep in their room but it didn't help. I would still have nightmares but I eventually stopped yelling because of them. Until they finally just stopped. I stopped dreaming about him and began to sleep again.

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Chapter One of the rewrite is completed. I hope it is better than the original. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy :)