He Found Her.

Chapter 21.

Vintages POV

Dylan got into the car and slammed the car door. He put the key in the ignition, and started up the car.

"Dylan, why do you look like that?"

"Because I hate that house. I had memories there."

We pulled in my driveway, and we stopped the car. He took a deep breath, and he began to say something out his mouth.

"What is it?" I asked him. He seemed as if he had swallowed his words.

"It's just...nothing Vin. It's nothing relevant."

I hated when he did things like that. He knew he wanted to say something.

"Dylan, come on. Don't pull that card with me."

"Its just that, I don't want to feel like I'm invading anyone's privacy. It messes with my man pride."

I wanted to tell Dylan how concerned I was about my mom. I knew how much he was going through, so I chose to be quiet about it.

"Help me carry my stuff in?" He asked me.

"Of course."

He popped the trunk, and we went to get his things out.

"Don't close the door! Your keys are still in the ignition! Haha."

He gave me a small little grin, then let out a small little laugh.

He closed the trunk, got his keys out of the car, and tossed them to me. I was already at the door.

I unlocked the door, and walked in. My mom was asleep on the couch. I dropped the bags down in front of the door, and say next to my mom.

"Dylan, just take the bags up to my room, ill be there in a sec."

"Yah, cool. But, is everything okay?"

"Eh, I'll talk to you in a sec."

I didn't want to blow him off, but I was concerned about my mom at the moment. She looked peaceful, but in the wrong way. She looked deadly peaceful.

She didn't look like she was breathing.