21 - Hop that pretty ass in the car

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It's still a few days away but I couldn't help myself.

These past couple of weeks have been good. My mom hasn't been overdoing it, so I've been able to easily pay for everything, especially since Dylan insists on buying me lunch every day. That has allowed me to give in and buy a dress worthy of going to that Art exhibition Dylan told me about a few days ago.

It's safe to say that I've stopped trying to avoid him. That guy can be persistent, I'll give him that.

Still, I've had him at an arm's length ever since his break-up.

To be honest it's quite weird to have a guy be so open up about what he wants, what he's feeling and have him say it straight to my face. Men nowadays are soo bloomy about it.

The whole being mysterious and not wanting to commit is big and it seems that most girls dig it.

But Dylan is a breath of fresh air. Even though there's this part deep down inside of me that he's only looking for sex or that he is confused after being cheated on... There's a huge part of me who is already convinced he is sincerely interested in me.

I mean, the tension was already there before they even broke up and it's only heightened afterwards, no matter how many times I try to shut it down.

It's probably only a matter of time until I give in.

The moment I open the door to my house I notice something's wrong.

The house is not the homey type but I am proud to admit I managed to keep it clean and tidy most of the time.

That's not the case now.

It's trashed.

Chairs are thrown, the couch pillows are scattered on the floor not to mention the broken glass spread all around the flat's floor.

"What the fu-" I am cut off by a loud trashing sound coming from the corridor.

No. Coming from my bedroom.

I rush there and find my door broken into. The hinges are destroyed and inside, my mom is going through my stuff. She's throwing stuff around or crushing them when she fails to find wherever it is she's looking for.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Where is it?" She asks, turning to me with an enraged face.

"Where is what?"

"I know you have it somewhere, you've filled the pantry," she seethes. "Where's the fucking money?!"

Oh, of course.

Her mention of the money makes me look at her, closely. Her skin is sweaty, her eyes are sunken and her eyes can't settle in looking at one place only. She also keeps sweeping at her runny nose with extremely shaky hands.

Not to mention her irritable mood... She's definitely going through withdrawal.

"My money has paid for whatever you owed Dean last week and the bills alongside the food. I don't have any more money."

"Bullshit!"

"Whatever mom, that broken door is just another bill at my expense. Why didn't you just go to Dean, I would have paid him next week like I do every fucking time," I say in a dismissive tone.

But she's having none of it.

Just as I turn my back to her she pulls me to her by the arm, tightening her hold on it when I turn my face to her.

"He's not supplying me because of you!" she blows up right in my face. "Did you manipulate him into not giving it to me?"

"NO!" I yell. "I don't even talk to him except for when I have to pay YOUR debts!"

"It's the least you could do after ruining my life!"

I free myself from her hold and take a step back. When I'm about to answer her, she notices the bag in my hand and her face contorts.

The wheels are turning in her brain, it's like I can see them but all the steps I take backwards are not enough to prevent her from ripping it from my hand and opening it.

She takes it out and inspects it and I internally ask whoever is up there - if there's even someone up there - to just keep it intact.

"You've been spending it on this shit? Why? You think he'll take you back if you seduce him with this awful piece of cloth?"

"I don't even want him back, you can have him!"

"Liar!"

"Mom, give it back," I ask of her but she doesn't budge. "Please."

"Will you give me my life back?!"

My mouth opens but no words come out.

This is ridiculous.

She knows damn well that there isn't a thing that I could do on this earth that could take her back to how things were before dad left. I was abandoned too, even though she doesn't recognize it.

I was left with a bitter woman who saw her husband leave because I decided to be honest. And he left me without even a phone number to call or an address to visit.

He left me with someone who turned into a broken woman who turned my life into a living hell.

Deep down, I know it's not my fault, I was just a young and naïve teenager, but I still feel guilty. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here enabling her addiction and making sure she has a roof over her head and food in the fucking fridge.

Even when all I get in return is, "serves you well for ruining my life."

"You know very well I can't do it," I whisper, defeated.

"Then I'll keep taking from you until you know what I'm feeling!"

Her hands tighten in my dress, tightening my chest along with it.

"Please," I whisper.

All the money I have left is to keep buying food or paying bills. There's nothing left for me to indulge in, not until I find someone else willing to order a sculpture from me.

My heart thunders in my chest and my body warms with the blood running wildly in my veins. There's a sliver of hope that the loving mom I had growing up is in there somewhere, there'll always be.

But right now, as I look her in the eyes, with pleading ones of my own, I don't recognize her as my mom.

That's not my mom, she hasn't been for a few years.

Her sickly wicked smile widens and her hands tug the dress apart, ripping it right in front of me.

My eyes sting but I fight through it. I will not cry.

I never engage in her toxic behaviour because I know it will only get more pain between us and damage, even more, our relationship, but this time I can't.

The hole in my chest is so big, the rage inside of me is so wild I can't help the words that leave my mouth next, "You're such a spiteful bitch!"

Her palm hits my cheek before I can even say "I". My face whips around with the force of her slap and I automatically cradle it.

When our eyes lock again, for a split second I see the worry in her eyes right before it's replaced with disdain.

"Everyone has a limit. I've been by your side no matter what, even I have a limit. At this rate, you'll end up dead in a ditch with no one to help you," I seethe.

She staggers back at my words as if I physically hit her and I take the distance to turn on my heels and head for the front door.

My body's on autopilot, rushing down the stairs towards the street.

It's a rundown building in a sketchy neighbourhood but I've been around these streets late at night quite often.

The nights are getting chilly as October seeps in, braving its way towards November's colder temperatures and the lamps barely light up the streets.

Though, it doesn't bother me.

I am still so angry that my body is still hot and the darkness helps me calm down.

"Fucking hell," I grumble. "What am I going to do now? I don't have any other presentable clothing to take to that fucking gallery event!"

On cue, my phone rings and as I take it from my jean pocket, Dylan's name flashes on the screen. For a second my anger and worries vanish as I press the green button and bring the phone to my ear.

"What's my girl doing tonight?"

His husky voice is low and full of charm, making the ends of my lips tug up.

"Going for a walk," I answer.

"You're upset?"

"No."

"You don't fool me. Going for a walk where? With who?" There's some movement on his side, probably finding a more comfortable position in his cushy bed.

"Around the block. Alone," I grunt.

"Oh hell, no!" He exclaims from the other side of the phone. "Send me your location and I'm coming to pick you up."

"Don't be stupid. I'm-" I am cut off by the sound of a car starting.

Damn, that was fast.

"I'm coming already. You either send me your location or I'll drive around the block until I find you."

"Aren't you grounded and forbidden from driving?"

"Funcle's went on a date and I'm home alone. Lucky for you I know where he hides the car's keys."

"Dylan, honestly, I don't need you-"

"The bloody location woman," Dylan demands.

His words turn me on as much as they anger me. This is not a good night to boss me around or dismiss my feelings.

"Fuck off," I growl right before disconnecting the call.

I walk around the neighbourhood for another few blocks. It's only when I start to feel the cold seeping into my skin that I decide it's time to go back home.

"Fuck, it's cold," I mumble, turning on the curb towards my house.

Then, a low rumble of a car sounds behind me and I tense. This area is usually deserted at this hour so, I speed up a little bit.

The sound gets slightly louder and the car catches up to me in no time, scaring the shit out of me.

"Get the fuck in," a familiar voice sounds just as the window rolls down.

Of course, pretty boy had to come and find me in a fancy car in the worst neighbourhood of the city.

"Do not make me repeat myself, Luna, I'll throw you over my fucking shoulder f I have to."

Memories flood my brain, from that time he threw me over his shoulder at that frat party and warmth spreads over my body all over again.

And just like that, with a few words, I am no longer cold.

"You don't give up do you?"

"Never, baby, now hop that pretty ass in the car."

Rolling my eyes, I round the car to the passenger side and get in.

"What were you thinking? Walking around alone at this time?" He charges as soon as I buckle in.

"I wasn't thinking," I grumble, looking away from him and focusing my attention on the blurring street outside.

The ride is silent up until we reach Dylan's uncle's house. I steal a few glances at him and for once since I've met him he's not sporting his goofy smile or trying to hide his embarrassment. He's kept focused on the road ahead with a serious expression and left the car without a word once we got to his home.

"Come on," he opens the door for me to step in.

I follow him to his bedroom, which is slightly messier than the last time I was here, a week ago. Dylan proceeds to discard his sweatshirt, giving me a big glimpse of his defined abs when the T-shirt underneath rises.

"Now, are you going to tell me what happened?"

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

Well, I am sorry for this chapter. But it's part of a bigger plan. 

The next chapter will be an amazing balance, though!!

Not edited so... sorry!!!


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