Hybrid (A BTS FanFic)

Chapter Fifty One

"How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." Winnie The Pooh

Suga's Point Of View

I looked up as the dim lights extinguished completely.

"What is going on?!" Jin shouted, facing the door. "What are you planning now?"

"Shh!" I hissed, standing up quickly.

Everyone turned their head towards me, eyes wide.

I stepped towards my cage and pushed on the door.

It swung open.

Taehyung's Point Of View

"Lyla! Lyla!" I shook her, staring at her eyes, waiting for a response. "Come on!"

"What did you do to her?!" A familiar voice screeched from behind me.

I rolled my eyes

Great

Dylan's here

I didn't budge when Dylan ran over to us, him trying to shove me out of his way.

"Hello to you too, bastard." I mumbled sarcastically, hitting Lyla's face lightly.

"Bastard?!" Dylan reeled on me. "I'm not the reason why she is here!" Dylan paused. "Am I?"

I clenched my teeth.

"Don't anger me." I faced Lyla again. "You'll regret it."

Lyla's Point Of View

"Daddy!" I giggled and ran towards my newly arrived father as he closed the door behind me.

I was just about to wrap my arms around his legs before he shoved my head out of his way, my body following.

Landing on my butt, my lip quivered as tears threatened to spill.

"Don't get in my way."

"Hey little Ly." Anna (her older sister) Smiled as she crouched down beside me, lifting my head up so I would look her in the eyes. "Dont listen to him. He's being a jerk."

I sniffed and hugged my knees tighter to my chest.

"Come on." Anna stood up and offered her hand to me. "Let's go play outside with Drew. I'll help you push him on his swing."

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"Drew." I mumbled, my eyebrows wavering.

I twitched my fingers and felt something cold and smooth feeling.

It was, a circle?

I bounced my feet on the ground as I fingered the bottom of my dress, a wide smile on my face.

Watching Dylan, hoping he would look at me, I felt a swarm of proudness flush through me.

That was my best friend. My goofy boy I met when I was 9. My Dylan.

He was growing up, becoming a man.

He was graduating his training and becoming a police officer.

I clapped when Dylan received his badge. I took pictures of him when the real photographers did. I whispered to the lady beside me that he is my best friend.

I ran to him and hugged him when he walked down from the podium, the ceremony over.

"I bought you a present." I eagerly searched through my bag to find it.