Before I Met You

Chapter 20

"You're awake." His voice startled me, making me jump. Turning to face Dylan silently grateful it was him. "Oh, it's just you." I relaxed, putting my stuff on the bed.

"Ouch. Is that any way to greet the man who saved your life?" Dylan said as I noticed his hair was wet wearing a tee shirt that was slightly too tight on him showing off his toned arms. Realizing he had tattoos until my eyes roamed down to the baggy sweatpants he wore.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms waiting for me to say something. I've never seen him so casual nor have I seen so much of him since he always wore the same black jacket over a hoodie. "What?" I forced my eyes away.

"Wait, I...I was in a car accident." I was beginning to remember what happened last night. "You must've hit your head pretty hard." Dylan replied, coming further into the room.

"I hit a man. I-I hit a man. We need to go make sure he's okay! Did you call an ambulance?" I began to question him. "Wait, where even am I? What am I doing here? Why am I not in a hospital bed right now?"

"I miss when you were sleeping soundly. Isn't it exhausting being so worried all the time?" Dylan questioned amused as I gave him an annoyed, disapproving look. Dylan sighed, "You don't need to worry about that guy right now. And you're fine here. You don't need a hospital."

"I highly doubt that. No offense but I trust the medical advice of a doctor over yours." I replied holding my bruised wrist. The longer I stood the more pain I felt all throughout my body.

"You're still in pain?" He questioned, suddenly serious. His eyes were fixed on the bruises forming on my exposed arms and face. I scoffed, "I've been in a car accident, Dylan. Of course I'm in pain."

"T-That should've worked." Dylan uttered to himself, his eyebrows creased. Ignoring him as I grabbed my heavy wool coat with a small grunt. "Alright... just-" He came up on my side to help me leave the room.

"Just sit down on the couch for a second." Dylan ushered me into the living room once we made it downstairs. "What-" "Just for a second." He interrupted me as he frantically left the room with his phone to his ear.

Huffing in disbelief as I leaned against his couch in exhaustion feeling my body unwillingly relax. Holding my head as I rested it against the back of the couch. "Why am I here? I probably have brain damage." I said once I heard him walk back into the room.

"Well then that would make things a lot easier for us." Jack, Dylan's brother, spoke from behind me. Opening my eyes to turn my attention towards him. "What are you doing here? What's going on? Please can someone just take me to a hospital." I pleaded full of annoyance.

"That option isn't safe, Juliette. Whoever is after you will be looking for you there. No one will find you here." Dylan said suddenly full of seriousness making me frown. "What do you mean? Who's after me?" I stood straighter against the couch but instantly regretted it.

Wincing as I felt my chest and stomach ache with the slightest movement. I was probably going to die from brain damage or internal injuries because of these two idiots.

Jack chuckled, "You really haven't told her anything?" He asked his brother but I was in too much pain to continue questioning either of them. "Just do it would you?" Dylan snapped.

My eyes turned to Jack inching closer to me. "Do what? What are you doing?" I tried to move away. "Drink this." Jack handed me a glass full of a thick red liquid. I looked down at it in disgust as he held it for me to take.

"What is it? It looks like... blood." I gagged as I reluctantly took it from him out of pure curiosity. "Good job. See, your brain is fine." Jack retorted sarcastically as I looked at them for an explanation.