Muted

Chapter 12

Dillon looked at me, awaiting my exact response... but I had no way of telling him my thoughts. I looked around the party–making sure Aiden was out of sight–then grabbed Dillon by his arm pulling him anywhere secluded.

Once I got us both alone, I looked for anything I could to communicate. I found a note pad and a few pens and grabbed them all.

I turned around to look at Dillon, who smugly said with a smirk, "If you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked."

I looked up at him with a face that basically said "don't-make-me-throw-up" and wrote down on the note pad that Aiden will kill him if he sees him.

Before I could show him what I wrote, Aiden just so happened to walk through the door.

My eyes widened, my palms got sweaty, and I could feel my heart ready to burst through my chest. I've already seen them fight before, I didn't want to see it happen again.

"Hey Dillon," Aiden said grabbing something from the closet in the room, to which Dillon just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Hi Aiden," Dillon responded.

I looked between the two confused. Aiden easily picked up on this and quickly spoke, "No, we're not on good terms if that's what you're wondering. He's allowed at my parties though if he keeps out of trouble with everyone else."

I looked back at Dillon... he just shrugged in response. Aiden left the room saying something to Dillon on his way out. I don't know what he said, but whatever it was made Dillon visibly scoff a little bit.

Dillon looked back to me and questioned, "So, what were you saying?"

I just looked at him, then to the words I wrote and just crumbled the entire piece of paper pursing my lips together and squinting at the same time.

Dillon smirked at me then grabbed my arm pulling me back to the living room. Everyone in the living room was dancing. Dillon looked at his phone, and for a brief second I saw that it was almost four in the morning. All I could practically tell myself at that moment is that I was glad it wasn't a school night.

Dillon looked at the couch then to the dancing bodies before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the crowd of people. I shook my head multiple times–indicating that I can't dance–but he decided that he couldn't either, but he was still going to dance... but he wanted a partner, so he picked me.

At first it was incredibly awkward for the both of us, but in no time we were making fools of ourselves and completely enjoying it.

After one hour of dancing, it was almost five in the morning, and I was exhausted. There's no use in sneaking back into my house because my mom would be up for work and freak out, I can't stay the night at the Anderson's place because their parents are strict on sleepovers with boys and girls–including me, even though they love me, and I don't think Dillon would be willing to let me stay the night his place–especially with the stories I've heard about his parents.

I looked at Dillon who was also tired, and more than likely not staying the night here. Just looking at him made me realize, Sam had something to tell me about him.

I started walking away from Dillon, who was obviously confused at my sudden departure. I put up one finger for him, and he immediately knew I'd be coming back to hang out with him.

Once I found Sam, she looked at me and knew what I was there for. Sam pulled me a few inches away so Tommy couldn't hear her and whispered lowly, but mouthy enough that I understood her.

"So you know how Dillon is kind of psychopathic right," she asked first. I nodded, and signed 'Continue'. "He's adopted. His actual parents are unknown, his adoptive parents are abusive, and they're his sixth set of foster parents. The kids moved around so much. His sixth set of foster parents have had him since he was eight. The only reason they won't give him up is because of money. He's got a lot going on. That's all I've learned. And before you ask, my mom used to be his therapist, And I have a bad habit of looking through her case files. That's the only reason I know."

Sam inched away from me slightly and looked around, making sure no one heard her.

I worked my way back to Dillon and saw that he was close to falling asleep. Dillon looked up at me and just simply stated, "Wanna go somewhere."

At first I was a bit iffy on the idea of leaving the party because every time I'm alone with Dillon, something bad happens. Dillon brought me to an abandoned subway station and down through the tunnels. Once we got to the actual train I stopped. Dillon didn't even need a response to know how I felt about this.

"I come here all the time when I feel like being left alone. And I kind of figured that your mom wouldn't be to happy with you showing up at almost six in the morning," he started and looked at me. "It's more homey on the inside. I have loads of blankets and pillows. And it usually never gets cold down here. If you're tired and want to sleep, this is how you'll deal with it for tonight without being kicked out of your friends house, and your mom screaming at you."

I smiled and he opened the old subway door. We both walked in and situated ourselves on three blankets with five on us.

We sat in a comfortable silence... me more than him. He rested his head into the palm of his right hand, and pressed himself against the subway door... and for the first time I got a real look at Dillon. He looked stressed, angry, exhausted, anxious... depressed. For once, I saw a person that I was now just meeting for the first time. I was meeting a man who was holding himself together too much, that he was just waiting to break. I saw the cracks, the breaks and the glue holding together a person made of glass. I saw a man with so many emotions inside, that he could violently only pick one to portray. I saw a man who enjoyed others pain because it simply distracted him from his own. Most importantly, I saw human. Human that I didn't see before, because I feared a monster.

I put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly. Dillon moves from his original position and looked at me, almost as if he was begging for understanding. I of course, could only understand tiny bits a pieces, for I had not been inside the shoes or the mind of the person before me... but even then he knew I understood.

It was in that moment I truly saw Dillon break. I saw the silent tear slip down his cheek and heard him intake a breath sharply. I wiped the tear from his cheek and hugged him.

Dillon must've never grasped the understanding of affection before, for he had went completely stiff before hugging me back. Dillon held me tightly and I allowed him to break. I needed him to break for the sake of his sanity. After about thirty minutes, I was falling asleep with my head on his shoulder, and his head on top of mine.

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