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Over it- Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

The ringing woke me up. It just went on and on and on. It was so damn annoying. Shut up.

I slowly opened my eyes when the ringing finally stopped. A sleeping Scott was still wrapped in my arms and Dylan was asleep on the other side of Scott with his arms wrapped around both of us. I felt my heart warm up at his protective position over the two of us. It made me feel good.

Just as I was about to go back to sleep, my phone began ringing again. I sighed heavily as I sat up and fished my phone out of my pocket. In turn, that made Dylan wake up too and look at me questioningly.

'Sorry,' I mouthed silently then answered my phone.

"Hello," I said into the phone groggily without even looking at the caller ID.

"Finally," a man's voice said when I answered.

"Who is this?" I asked quietly.

"You know who this is, baby. This is your daddy," he answered.

"Shut up," I said venomously.

"Ah don't talk to me like that, little one. I just might punish you when you get home," he continued.

"I said to shut up," I spoke again.

"You'll just have to learn. Anyways, your mother asked me to call you. It's about damn time that you answered! Get home now," he told me authoritatively.

"You don't get to tell me what to do," I said finally.

"Ah... but I think I do, Presley. Afterall, I am your daddy now," I could hear the smirk and insinuating in his voice.

"Fuck you, dude," I said quickly.

"Your mother is going to be so disappointed in you. You're not even trying," he goaded. "It's time to get home, Presley."

"Go fuck yourself. You don't get to tell me what to do. Tell my mom that if she wants to talk to me then she can call me," I spat out.

"Oh Presley, you're being such a little bitch. I'll be sure to tell your mom that too when she asks me about this call. It's time to learn your place..." with those last words, he hung up the phone.

I wanted to scream and yell at him. I clenched my teeth and held my breath as I tried to control my rage. I hated him. He needed to get out of mine and my mother's lives!

"Pres?" Dylan asked cautiously. I didn't answer. I just shook my head slowly. "Presley?" He asked again as he came towards me. I just stood there shaking in anger.

When Dylan finally made it to me, he grasped one of my hands and caressed my cheek softly. "Presley, are you okay?" He asked me lowly as he steadied me carefully.

"Y-yeah..." I said softly. "Well... No, not really," I said even softer.

Dylan sighed and brought me into him, hugging me tightly. "It's okay, I don't think anyone at all really is..."

I snorted in amusement and nodded, "That's the truth."

"That was the guy that your mom moved in?" He asked quietly.

"Unfortunately..." I sighed. "I hate him," I deadpanned.

"He sounds like a prick. Granted, I couldn't hear him, but still..." Dylan agreed as his arms tightened around me. "Do you need to go?"