The Good Girl's Property

9. "If You Do, My Dear, We'll Kill Him."

NOT EDITED

Soft sound,

And to the way that she wears

Her hair down,

Covering up her face.

(Settle Down - The 1975)

"Wait!" I cry out, tearing myself away from Dylan. What the fuck? I immediately wipe my lips with the back of my hand, and he raises one brow like he's confused.

Fuck, God dammit. I let myself, for one minute, think that everything was okay. I let myself think that it was Drew I was kissing. I let myself dream of something better.

Why do you need to do things like this, Dylan?

I knew exactly why.

Because I screwed my boyfriend over. I could've just as easily told him V's ploy, but I was too absorbed with the image of Drew's lifeless body on the ground, eyes not opening and heart not beating.

God dammit.

"I - I need to go, I'm sorry," I rush out, wringing out my hands and Dylan immediately runs for the door, blocking my way.

"Wait, Dylan," he says. "I'm sorry. I kissed you first. I didn't mean to, you're just really pretty, and I really miss Becca," he said, smacking a hand to his forehead. "Just please, please don't hate me for this."

I run a hand down my face and sigh. I have no reason to be angry with him, and I'm not. "Dylan, hush. I'm not angry at you, I just," I stammer. "I need to get back to Drew."

He slowly moves away from the door. "Why? Didn't you two ... y'know?" He shrugs, ruffling his hair. "I mean, that's why I kissed you in the first place. I just assumed that -"

"Yeah, we did break up," I rush out, and he looks even more confused after that. "B-but I still love him. And I fucked up, big time. And now I'm just hoping that I'll wake up from some horrible dream - sorry - and I'll be next to him a-and everything will be o-okay," I swat my hand at my cheek, surprised to find it dry.

Well then.

I push past Dylan and rip open the door, running through and hurrying down the dorm halls, away from him and to Drew.

Ah, fuck, I really screwed up this time, huh?

***

I'm at the door, my shaking fingers frantically trying to unlock it. Dammit, my eyes are finally blearing up with tears and I can't tell which key is which. I yell out in frustration after the third attempt, and my phone suddenly rings loudly in my pocket.

I straighten up and, without thinking, press it to my ear with a frantic, "Hello?"

"Exceptional job, Dylan, my dear."

And his voice shouldn't still chill me to the bone, but it does.

"W-what?" I stutter, keys falling from my hand. Miraculously, my phone stays tightly held in my clammy fingers, as I wait for V to speak again.

"The boy, you did more than just break him," he laughs loudly, extravagantly, and it makes me sick to my stomach. "You absolutely destroyed him."