He Found Her.

Chapter 17.

Vintages POV

Dylan and I arrived at the hospital. Dylan took a deep breath before getting out of the Jeep.

"I seriously don't want to go in here." he said.

"I know, but you have to. I'm here with you."

We got out of the car. Dylan slammed the door. It scared me a bit. I looked at my reflection in the Jeep mirror. I wasn't satisfied with what I saw. I wanted to be prettier than I was. I wanted longer hair.

Before letting myself get into deeper thought, I followed Dylan inside.

There was a woman at the counter. Dylan approached her very sudden.

"Hi. Excuse me, do you know where Derek is?"

"Excuse me sir. Rephrase your question."

"Do you know what room Derek and Synthia O'Brien are in??"

"Yes, room 202." The woman lifted her glasses onto her face.

I followed Dylan to room 202.

"I hate this freaking hospital. The people here are so rude."

"Dylan, she wasn't rude to you. Your just angry right now. Just calm down."

He swung his keys around his index finger as we walked into the hospital room.

His mom was right there.

"Why did you have to bring the girl? This isn't any of her business."

I ignored it. I didn't want to be disrespectful. I know my temper.

"Mom, she's my best friend. And girlfriend. Not that you knew that, you never take time you figure out, or ask."

"I need you to apologize to Derek."

I felt the vibe in the room. I walked out and dialed my mom. I asked my her could she get here because I could tell things were about to get nasty.

I walked back in, and sat down in the chair that was in the corner. Dylan glanced back at me and his face was red.

"You told me to come here to apologize?"

"Yes, now do it!"

"No, I'm not. I did nothing wrong. I defended myself, and now your defending him. I wonder why dad left us. Cause of you."

Dylan's mom came over to him, and slapped him.

"Hey! Mrs. O'Brien, you didn't have to hit him! All he's doing is telling you the truth."

She looked as if she was burning a hole through my face.

"Looka here, I don't know you, or why you care about him so much but he doesn't care about you sweetheart. Get over it. You'll never be my step daughter."

I felt degraded. I looked at his mom, and back at Dylan.

"We need to leave, because if she thinks she can just talk to me like that, I'll..."

Dylan cut me off.

"Let's go."