In-between

Chapter 3

“Aren’t you tired?” Dylan asks me as he looked around the empty room taking a place beside me on the couch. “No. I don’t mind staying a few hours.” I yawned and he chuckled. “You’re clearly tired, but if you want to stay I’ll wait with you.” he ran a hand through his locks and I only sat there in silence like I was ready to be insulted by him and all his crude remarks.
“Stop;” I warn him simply; my attention completely on the TV in front of me. He scoffed clenching his jaw, scoffing again and rolling his eyes he grabbed the remote control from the coffee table and turned off the show I was just finding interesting just to spite me. “Are you kidding me right now? Don’t be childish.” I spoke angrily.
“Oops!” he exclaimed with mischief bright in his eyes. The remote was held high above his head where I have to jump to even graze my finger against it. I glared at him immediately catching sight of the tiny smirk that has curved itself on his lips for a mere second.“You-“ I cut myself before I say something I might regret. He held his hands up in defense as I finally gave him the attention he so awfully wanted.
“I’m sorry, were you watching it?” he sarcastically remarks his eyes glaring at me. I just stood up and left for the stairs before he tugged at my hand like he did multiple times since we came to Hawaii. “What do you want?” our eyes locked while I crossed my arms over my chest. He was wearing a light green t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He sighed, not wanting to speak until he sat himself on the stairs. “ What ? Do you want me to apologize? Is that it.”

He wasn’t serious at all and what pissed me off is that he thought this was something he should do in order for me to talk to him and not something he wants to do. He asked me if that was what I wanted. “What are you trying to accomplish?” I fume “seriously, because you don’t know the first thing about me, I don’t want you to apologize because I want you to but because you want to.”
Dylan stared at me with his pretty blue eyes. Everything about his features was perfect.
“I don’t regret what I said because that’s what I know and if you want me to believe that you don’t sleep around then stop latching yourself  at every guy you see.” he spat his eyes moving up and down my body.  “You’re a jerk you know that?”  
“I’ve been called worse.” he chuckles and I can literally feel my blood boiling. “I don’t want you near me throughout the trip and as soon as we go back home I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t care what you think of me but please just don’t mess with me for the reminder of the trip. I don’t want you or your slutty girlfriend around me.” I was seconds away from screaming. “Relax, whore.” he rolls his eyes. I grabbed the remote control that was still in his hand and raised it in the air, ready to bash his head with it. Dylan became concerned for himself; eyes widening as he grasps my wrist in his long fingers. “Hey, hey drop the remote, psycho.”   
I hope he knows how dangerously serious I was about giving him a concussion. “Just leave me alone.” I sigh and climbed the rest of the stairs leaving him with a scare and a warning not to come too close to me.

“Good morning everyone; I can’t believe we only have 5 days until this Dream ends and we’ll all return to our boring life.” Harry’s voice booms throughout the cabin completely clueless to the tension between me and Dylan.
“We can always come back if you want. We can actually make this our thing every break we can come here and do stuff.” Dylan offers and Harry and Emma’s face brightens up. They agreed and Dylan then turned to look at me. “You don’t agree?” he raises his brow at me to say something, challenging me. I ignored him my eyes glued to the television in the kitchen. Dylan blew air out of his mouth letting his shoulders drop “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care.” I knew he didn’t mean it.
The blue in his eyes was so pretty I wanted to believe him, but I used my head; a frown laced itself on his face. “I’m sorry, really.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” I said softer than I have been ever since our outbreak.  
“I don’t care, I want to talk to you.” he smiles trying to soften the blow on my rejection. I roll my eyes at the demanding tone he used. Dylan squinted  his eyes at me, pretty lips into a frown as he watched me. I stare back at him daring him to say a word. “I’m sorry okay, Fuck.” he growled throwing his hand in the air before covering his face with them. He seemed uncomfortable but I really didn’t care what he felt right now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he repeats like it’s some kind of prayer or chant, his voice muffled by his hands.
I walk away when he wasn’t paying attention moving to the living room. A few seconds later he came in with a huge scowl on his face and I couldn’t help but smile.
Dylan’s eyes were wide with irritation, hair disheveled from when he runs his hands through it multiple times. I didn’t find it amusing when he growled, walking over to me standing close and almost making me fall back to the floor.
The force of his body crashing into mine felt like falling from a cliff and my back hitting the wall behind me for a second. His voice bursts my eardrums because it was so loud. I pushed at his chest and it was so much easier because someone from behind him was also pulling at him.
“I swear to fucking God...” they didn’t let him finish as Emma’s voice booms even higher than his. Power couple they call them. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?” she roared making Dylan stop his rampage and look at her. He just looks between me and her couple of times before he grabbed his coat and keys before he stormed out.
Emma didn’t waste a second to stand on my throat her head frankly moving between me and the door. “Tell me what’s going on, tell me if he’s cheating on me?” she remarks as I watch her lose her shit. I haven’t seen Harry since this morning and I wonder if he was out looking for the right woman he suddenly became aware of. “I don’t know and I don’t care.” I tell her before I tried to walk past her when I felt a tug on my arm, what is it with these people and grasping my arm like I am some kind of a rag doll. “Tell me now or-“
“Or what? You’re also going to insult me like your boyfriend did?” I snap at her as the realization hits her like a ton of bricks. “He insulted you?” her eyes widened as her mind runs a thousand miles per minute. “He accused me of being a whore and fucking your brother.” I sigh tired of raising my voice and it maddens me to know that she doesn’t care about how I feel but I have no body to talk to so she’s the best I got.
“No he didn’t.” she replies and I let out a dry laugh. “Of course, you would defend him.”
“I can’t believe he would say such thing, if he isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever met.” her tone was rushed like she doesn’t want to believe Dylan would say that to me. And I know there was no point on trying to make her believe otherwise so I just shrugged and left her stunned in the living room. 
Hours has passed after Dylan made a fuss down stairs and between those moments Harry came and checked on me twice. Emma tried to persuade me into telling her exactly what was going on and Harry came and literally dragged me down to have lunch with him. After an amazing evening I locked myself into my room again mostly afraid of what Dylan might say when he gets back deflating my ego once again.
it’s not that I had thought of myself highly but it still hurts to know that the guy you thought you like hates you and still thinks you sleep with guys like it is some kind of hobby I enjoy and I don’t want him to know that I’m still  a virgin.
“BABY, where are you hiding?” I heard Dylan’s voice slur before a loud crash was heard downstairs and I rolled my eyes at how typical the situation feels. He storms off feeling angry and then he comes back drunk with more insults. I quickly made my way down when I heard Harry’s loud voice yell for me. I assumed the worst and before I know it my feet were carrying me down the stairs and into the foyer where everyone was gathered.
Dylan’s face was covered with dark bruises’ his hair and clothes matted with sweat and blood and who knows what else, Emma was scowling at him as Harry tries to help him stand right.
“How did you get here?” Dylan raises his voice and storms to the kitchen with Harry following close behind when he saw me.
“Is this how you handle situations?” I scold him and he sits on one of the stools by the counter Emma just stares at him dumbfounded. I watch him roll his eyes at me and grab the half empty bottle of wine that was on the counter and puts the dark liquor into his mouth. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he gulps down the remaining alcohol. When he is finished, the bottle slams down onto the marble of the counter’s edge and it makes me and Emma jump.
“Dylan why are you doing this? This is not helping any of us if we could just talk-“
“What does it matter to you? Where’s your boyfriend?” his eyes blaze into mine and the emotion behind them is so strong that I’m forced to look away.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I lean a little over the counter to reach for his hand to examine the torn flesh on his knuckles but Dylan recoils from my touch.
“Why won’t you just tell me what happened to make you fight with someone?” Emma asks softly and I look down at my hands and pick at my fingernails.
He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.  “My father just told me he was going to tear this cabin down and if I want I could stay here for a couple of weeks because school doesn’t start until September.”
Oh, I hadn’t actually expected him to tell us and I’m sure no one knows what to say.  “I’m sure he had a good reason to do it.”
“You don’t know him, he doesn’t give a shit about this cabin and the history behind it, and he knows it means a lot to my mum because her grandpa built it for her when she was just a toddler and yet he tears it down to invest in the land or some shit.” Dylan slurs.
I stay quiet and so does everyone else stunned by the intensity behind his voice.  with this little bit of information he has given us I feel like I can understand the reason for him to lash out like he did and here I thought he was drunk because of me but apparently his life revolves around other things when mine revolves around him.
“I’m sorry he’s doing that but_”
“No. Stop this please. Bloody hell, I don’t need your pity.” he interrupts
“I do not pity you, I’m just trying to_”
“Trying to what?” he cuts me off again.
“Help you. Understand you and try to be there for you.” I tell him and he scoffs.
“I have a girlfriend who’s doing just that, you’re just a whore looking for a good fuck.” he spat and I stepped back like he pushed me.
“You don’t mean that.”I ignore the pain in my chest as I look at him my voice quivers but I stand my ground.
“I do though, go upstairs and finish what you were doing.” he tells me and stands up to look for another liquor I assume and when he saw one just under the sink he bends down and grabs it raising it to his lips to take a drink. I reach across the counter and snatch it from his hand and poured it into the sink.
“what the fuck?” he yells but I ignore him again and looked at Harry to take Dylan to his room before he drinks every alcohol that was stashed in this house and breaks every furniture but he just stares back at me knowing full well he won’t listen to him.
I walk towards the stairs and he steps in front of me. For a guy that’s shitfaced he sure walks fast.
“Where are you going?” his face is inches from mine I could almost taste the alcohol on his tongue.
“I’m going to finish what I started.” my voice comes much calmer than I thought.
“What did you start?” the confusion on his face is clear.
“I don’t have to tell you, it’s not for someone with a girlfriend to know.” I say and his face falls, I should be saying a lot more than this to him ,but I know that’s what he wants, a raise from me. He steps out of my way and I go upstairs.