Bitter love

chapter 13

the walk back to my house was silent. the intensity in the air was almost suffocating. I knew for a fact that even thought Dylan said he would tell me what was going on, he really wouldn't. It's funny how I know him so well after only knowing him for a short period of time. 

His hand grips my wrist the whole way back home. at least thats where I thought we where going. but Instead we take a turn and end up at the bar. Dylan's humble abode as I like to call it. 

instead of going in through the front we take the side door, the same one he entered through the first time we met.

the classic old smooth country playing out in the front room flooded up the stairs we where taking. we walk up what seems like 10 flights of stairs before we get to an old rustic looking door, the only one I see on this floor.

Dylan opens the door and I realize immedietly that it's his room.

a matress lays on the floor in the corner of the room with a random bunch of blankets laying messily across it along with a couple of pillows. 

a small circular rug lies in the middle of the room. adding a sort of decoration to the rough wooden floor. 

a small walk in closet is to the right of the bed, with only a few scraps of clothing hanging in it, and a wooden box that's flipped over is being used as a book shelf. I notice the great Gatsby is one of the 4 books that sit on top of the box. I can't help but smile at the fact that the book looks completely new compared to the others. 

"after you told me how amazing it was I decided to give it a try" he says from behind me. I turn around to face him and find him leaning against the wall, watching me as I scan his living space.

"your not gonna tell me are you?" I cross my arms and lean against the opposite wall across from him.

"nope, I had to get you here somehow" he shrugs, completely unphased by the glare that was directed at him.

"so you go out and do whatever it is you do while I'm kept in the dark?" I push this conversation further, already knowing the outcome of it.

"yes, it's the only way to assure you safety, me staying away from you was supposed to be the orginal way of me keeping you safe but we both know that didn't work out" a smirk crosses his face and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"if it's not safe for me then isn't it not safe for you either??" he lowers his head, not in defeat, but in annoyance.

"it's none of your business Ryan" another shrug of the shoulders.

"none of my business? you are my business now" this response makes him walk toward me, and I already know the direction this is going.

"no I'm not, we're not in a relationship, so quit acting like we are." and that was it. I didn't mean it like that, not at all. But so quick of him to assume. I began to feel the embarrassment and because of this, I find the need to defend myself.

"don't flatter yourself, I never thought of you in that way, and i never will. so fuck you asshole and enjoy living as drunk who makes others feel like shit because you can't do a damned thing to fix your own shitty life" I walk past him without peering up to see his face as I march out the door and down the long flight of stairs.

I feel like such an idiot. of course he doesn't care. and i was foolish to even think he did. I was probably just a toy for him to play with when he's bored. and I'll admit I was falling for it, for him. 

"excuse me" I look up to see the kind man from before who went and got Dylan for me the first time I walked into this bar. his face still holds that kind yet intimidating florescence about it as he reaches out his hand and leads me down the last to steps.