And She Fell For Love

EIGHT

Dylan was acting really strange this morning. He woke up, told me good morning, and spent the rest of the day, just being unusual. It's his dad, I know it is, and I really want to know what's going on with him. Is he sick? Is he not coming back home? Did he and Mrs. Bartley get a divorce? I really don't have a clue. I repeatedly asked Dylan to tell me what's going on, but he would always change the subject, and it made me really annoyed.

                I guess, if he doesn't want to tell me, then the ‘big news’ is about me. That's how things always was with Dylan. If there was something about me, that I wasn't supposed to know, he'd always ignore me or change the subject. Though most of the time, it was good news. These news don't look so ‘good’. If Dylan was ignoring me, then two could play at this game.

                “Hey Mya, what do you want to watch?” Dylan asked me sitting next to me on the couch.

                I stayed silent as a rock. Why should I respond to him? He doesn't deserve it. Why can't I know what's going on? My own best friend, who I told everything to; couldn't tell me.
I know Dylan loves keeping me safe, but I had to admit, I was being kinda nosy. I shouldn’t be mad at him.

                “Dylan, I'm sorry, it’s just that you wouldn’t tell me what's going on with your dad. I promise I won't tell anyone. You can trust me.” I always hated ignoring Dylan, because he was just so sweet and lovable. But I was taught by my father that you had to do anything in your power to get your way, even if your way is a bad way. I see now why he is the way he is.

                “Mya, I want to tell you, but I know you better than I know yourself. You can be really paranoid and pessimistic sometimes. You only think of what bad could happen instead of the good. And these news are just too much for you to think about. I'm sorry.”

                “But Dylan, that was years ago. I'm a changed person. I can handle anything that comes my way.”

                “Fine. My dad's returning back from his trip.” Ouch. Mr. Bartley and I aren't really that friendly.

                “That's it? That's what you've been hiding from me. Dyl, don't worry, I can handle your dad. I can't believe that what you were trying to keep me safe from. Don't worry, I'll be fine.”

                “Okay Mya I guess you're right. You’re a true soldier.”

                But that was the biggest lie I've ever made. Mr. Bartley hated my guts, and my mom’s guts even more. I know there's some beef between my mom and him, but I don't know exactly what it is. But I do plan on finding out.

•

                Tuesday afternoon, I decided to take my mom out for lunch. I love my mom. She the sweetest and most caring woman ever. But I guess the expression ‘opposites attract’, is correct. Because my dad is a monster, and my mom's a complete saint. Which made no sense whatsoever to me.

                “So how you been Mya? Enjoying your spring break?”