Tomboy✔ (Not Edited)

Chapter 41

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"What are you talking about?!" I yelled at him. Luckily my parents weren't home they went to visit my sister.

"You! You work with him! You and Damon!" He yelled frantically. He started running his hands through his head is distress. " I just wanted to get him away. From all that shit. And now you're apart of them!" He yelled accusingly.

"Wait did you—"

"Damnit! Damon's gonna get killed by you and your boss! Well not if they can't find you." He said before he lounged for me. I quickly stepped aside and ran out of the room. He's freaking crazy! I held onto to the door knob so he couldn't get out.

"Dylan!" I yelled as he pounded on the door.
"I'm gonna kill you for what you did to Damon!" Dylan yelled as he kicked the door.
"God Damnit Dylan! Listen to me for crying out loud!" I yelled from behind the door.

"Why should I listen to you?! Huh! Your a killer just like he is!" He yelled. It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on me. He couldn't know could he? They weren't even here when it happened! I calmly took a breath before talking.

"Dylan you don't know what your talking about and I don't work for that guy." I said calmly.
"Prove it." He said.

I let go of the door knob and opened the door. I calmly stepped in side the room and sat on the bed.
"I'm going to explain what happens and you're going to not attack me ok?" I said. He nodded and stood in the corner of the room.

"Ok it started when I followed Damon from work." I said

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"Wait do you mean to tell me, that you knocked out those two body guards." He asked in disbelief.

"Uh..... yeah?" I said unsure of his reaction. He started and then doubled over laughing.

"Hey! What's so funny?" I asked my anger was slowly surfacing. He stopped laughing but then looked at me again and laughed.

"I just don't believe it. No offense." He said smirking.
I got up off the bed and tackled him to the floor. He groaned holding his head.

"....Ok " wheeze "Ok.......I believe you." He said breathing heavily. I got up off the floor and stood up,holding out my hand for him. He took my hand and dusted himself off. As if that would do anything. He had some dried blood and dirt on him.

"Look we only have a couple of hours  before we have to get to school. And you can't—you know what your not going to school. Especially not looking like that." I said pointing at his face.

"My face is not bad." He stayed certain.

"Really? Have you seen your face since getting beat up?" I asked him. His eyes widen and calmly walked into the bathroom.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed. " my precious face is ruined!" He yelled.

"Glad to know you're still the same Dylan." I said back.

"Alex!" He said coming out the bathroom." I can't go home like this. Please let me stay here for a couple of days." He begged.