Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Azalea

I was so close to hitting him on the side of his face.

He came to my work,

then he brought my brother here and into our business,

and then he basically drags me outside.

"What?" I asked.

I had to admit that I could pick out the annoyance in my voice, if that was even possible.

"I now know why you are pissed with me. But its not what it seems like." He said

He's funny.

He thinks that I'm stupid.

"I saw the fucking text messages Dylan. I gave you a chance because I care so much for you, and I trusted you. And it turns out that you fucked me over, yet again. I thought you were different. That you actually gave two fucks about me, but I was wrong. Defiantly won't be the last time." I told him.

I began heading back inside.

Then he grabbed my wrist.

And then that tingly feeling that I always somehow manage to feel creeped up my arm, and in that moment I hated him so much for making me feel things for him.

"Just give me like 3 three minutes to explain that whatever you were told isn't true, please?" He asked

A huge part of me wanted to.

But I knew that I needed to get back to work, or I wouldn't have a job much longer.

"I'm sorry, I can't right now." I told him.

Then I walked back in.

I really wanted to look back, just to see him once again.

But, I just couldn't.

Many hours later, I was sitting at the dinner dining table having our weekly family dinner.

The whole bunch was here.

Tyler was sitting directly across from me and just kept eying me.

I was so very close to just saying "WHAT?"

I was kind of just moving my food around with my fork.

Then I guess dad noticed.

"Azalea? I thought meatloaf was your favorite." He said.

I smiled at him.

"Yeah, it is. I am just not all that hungry. I hate at lunch earlier." I told him.

"Speaking of her job, Dylan and I stopped by there and she was one busy bee." He said.

Then everyone began talking about me working and such.

I just really wish that this dinner would be over.

Tonight was my night for dishes and I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher when Tyler walked in with some dirty plates. He sat them on the counter next to the sink.

Then he took a seat at the bar, like he wanted to chat.

"Azalea?"
I dried my hands off and then looked at him, defiantly giving him the death stare.

"What do you want?" I asked him, my voice sounded irritated. Because well I was.

Its like nobody in my life knew how to just mind their own business and to shut up.

He brought his hands up, in a defenseless action.

"Whoa, whoa. All I did was say your name." He said.

"And all I did was response. I don't really want to talk to you, okay?" I told him.

Then I put the rest of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Why?" He asked.

I swear, for him to get a hint I have to like throw a plate over his head.

"Honestly, because when I see you. I think of Dylan. And I hate it, I hate him. He makes me feel so deeply, but only to ruin me. I guess he just thinks that I have not experienced enough pain, and heart break in my damn life. And well you, you are always trying to fix things with us. And maybe this time, I just don't want it fixed. I just want it to be left the fuck alone."
Somehow I had managed to let out a few tears.

I quickly wiped them, before they were noticed.

"There you go. That's all I wanted to hear. To hear you yell and scream, to express that you were hurt."
"Tyler, whatever. For the last 3 months I have done nothing but felt, and expressed my damn emotions. So I am fucking sorry if that was not cutting it for you."

"No, Azalea. What you did was bottle your emotions in. And Dylan does not mean to hurt you. The thing with Brit, it didn't even happen. And this new thing. It is not what it looks like. Those messages that you say you saw, it wasn't even him. And that girl that he was photographed with was his cousin. She lives in New Jersey, and she came down for a visit. That's all that was. So you need to get off your damn high horse and stop walking around here like you have been broken for all you have. And give him another chance, a real one this time."
Then he left the kitchen.

I sat at the bar and cried a little bit more.

And I knew that everything Tyler said was right.

But maybe I am just to messed up for an actual relationship.

And like what if I don't fucking want one.

A few minutes later I walked up to my room and curled up in my bed and cried a little bit more.

About 30 minutes of that Cyndi came into my room.

She had some stuff in her hands.

"Hi."She said, then closed the door.

I sat up in my bed as she took a seat on it.

"I have some stuff for you."
Then she handed me a pocket watch and a denim button up t-shirt.

On the back of the pocket watch it read:

"The little girl

just could not sleep

because her thoughts

were way to deep

her mind had gone

out for a stroll

and fallen down

the rabbit hole."

I but the stuff on my night stand, and then I thanked her and hugged her.

She stayed a while longer and chatted with me.

When she was gone, the whole scenario reminded me of my mother.

Before she got sick, if I had, had a bad day. Or even if I was in a bad mood.

She would come to me.

Give me something that meant something to her and then she would talk with me until I fell asleep.

I then texted Dylan.

"Meet me at the coffee shop around the corner from my house, and we will talk."

I fell asleep knowing what to do with him.