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I met eyes with Dillon and gasped, what was he doing here? He stopped dead in his tracks and watched me, looking at me as if I weren’t real, “Dillon?!” I yelled, pushing passed people who grumbled in annoyance, I ignored them and kept running, finally landing in front of him, “Dillon!” I smiled, were things finally turning around?
“Velanie, is it really you?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of me.
“Yeah! Oh my god, Dillon, you have to get me out of here, he’ll find me!” the terror in my voice was noticeable, I knew it. That man tortured me for months, and this was my way out, I wasn’t going to let it go easily.
“Who Velanie? Everyone wants to know who took you, they think it’s your dad but they have no proof, you’re the only proof.” he said shaking me.
“My dad. He… He tortured me, he beat me, he even raped me once… We have to go. Now.” I demanded, my eyes bulging.
“I have one plane ticket, I’ll get another one, but it might take a while, they’re airports here are different.” he sighed.
“I know, how do you think I got here?” I smiled playfully. He obviously didn’t like that seeing as he mumbled swear words under his breath, “Hey, it’s okay, I’m safe now.” I smiled again.
“I know, it’s just… Disturbing thinking about it..” he sighed and looked away.
“Come on, let’s get me home. My mom will love you forever, so will Emily, and the kids, and… Brandon” I trailed off, hoping he just ignored it and took us to the airport, too bad that didn’t happen.
“He’s in college, I don’t know where he went though…” Dillon trailed, it seems all our conversations ended like that..
“Oh… Well let’s go.” I smiled.
In two hours we had arrived at the airport, gotten my ticket, and boarded the plane, luckily no one recognized me. I had the window seat, which I loved, the view was beautiful. I smiled at Dillon who just smiled weakly, he looked so sad, something else was bugging him..
“Dillon, what’s wrong?” I asked as the plane took off.
“Nothing.” he muttered.
“Bull-shit.” I stated.
“It’s nothing Velanie.” he sighed turning his head.
“Tell me damn it!” I said a little too loudly, people looked at me and shook their heads, oops..
“I… I messed up with Emily…” he said, crystal tears brimming his eyes.
“What the fuck did you do?” I asked, it takes a lot to hurt Emily.
“I… I told her I didn’t want to be with her like that…” he swallowed.
“Why the…. Why?” I controlled my anger that time…
“Because, every girl I’ve been with, I’ve hurt, I don’t want to hurt her…” he turned his head again and I let it go. I soon dosed off into a dreamless sleep, which was too soon disturbed. Dillon stood over me, tossing me a bottle of hair dye. I sighed deeply, fully knowing what he wanted me to do, dye my air. I frowned and walked to the back of the plane groggily. It was hard to dye my hair because of the tiny bathroom but it would have to work, I checked the color, bleach blonde, along with a tiny side bottle that was pink. Oh fuck no.
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The Story Of Us
RomanceVelanie has had it hard the past few months. But nothing prepared her for what has happened now. She now has to face the fact that the love of her life is marrying a girl he's known for three of four months. And she's a total bitch. Now with a broke...
