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Dylan

Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! I can't believe she blamed it on me, I could have sworn she kissed me first, but I was not sober enough to define if it was just hallucination caused by my messed up imagination. Damn! Mark haven't spoken a single word for the whole ride to my house, and I did not intend to communicate with him either. 

As Mark turns a sharp right, I recognized Bray's house along the beach and my mind immediately went back to the kiss we shared not long ago . I stared at it as it swept before my view and disappeared out of sight. She kissed me, that means she likes me. Right? Damn! Why in the world am I thinking of her? I have been thinking of her very often these days. KNOCK OUT OF IT, idiot!

Finally, my apartment finally came in sight. I breathed a sigh of relief, sharing a car with Mark was like suffocating myself to death. I turned around to thank him but he ignored it and snarled, "You lay another hand on my girl, and I'll roast you like a damn chicken!" 

I rolled my eyes. This overprotective butt creeper! What is that even supposed to mean? Ludicrous shit, hell yea. "Take a chill pill, it was just a k---" 

He gnarled, "Don't you even complete that sentence, when you're drunk, you sound just like your father." 

He grins evilly, a smirk spreads across his f*kin face as I lifted my fist, prepared to blow a punch at his jaws, until he said, "You should take a chill pill too. Bray ain't gonna like it when she hears you blew a fist at her boyfriend when he was just innocently trying to remind you to mind your own business and care for your father and not end up like that retard." 

With that, he shoved my fist out of the car, slammed the door and drove away. "Coward......" I muttered under my breath. My neighbor, an old lady cackled, "Rough day eh, boy?!" 

"Don't even mention it, crazy lady." I muttered under my breath such that only I heard. I couldn't help but smirk a little as I turn the knob of my front door and step inside my house. The psycho lady stares at me and makes a 'tsk' sound, five times and stares at me from her lawn before hunching her back and walking back into her rotten house. I close the door behind me.

At the same time, the phone rung. I picked it up, "Hello?" A lady with a sweet voice answered, "Is this the household of Mr Turner? I'm here with my deepest condolences for the death of Mr Damien Turner?" 

My blood ran cold, "Yes. I'm his son, Dylan Turner." She replies sympathetically, "I am sorry to say that your father suffered multiple severe brain injuries and had several complications before passing away an hour ago. There are papers you have to sign here in the hospital to decipher what you want to do with your father's body. I can't imagine what this must be like for you, if you need someone to talk to, we are here for you." 

"Dylan?" The nurse says my name as I remain quiet. "Are you alright?"

"Alright?" I'm slurring badly and the wine is having quite an effect on me right now. Damn right timing. "I... feel like a... fu... tardy......"

"Dylan? Dylan Turner? Are you there?" The phone continues to echo, and my world turns black.

Brayleigh

"Carlo, wait!" I shouted as he slammed the door shut. Emma looked at me, "Damn, is that your brother?" I nodded, and she exclaimed, "He has a huge attitude problem, I'm probably never going to get used to him bossing me around, especially in bed, so I......" I didn't want to hear anymore. Carlo, bossy? I felt so suspicious. He was never the bossy type, maybe the quiet and upset type, but bossy was so out of character!