~Dylan's POV~
I woke up on a purple sofa, my arm was nicely bandaged. And I heard a women on the other room on the phone.
"Yes! I do! I love you, and I was just leaving to help you find your daughter! But this young girl collapsed at my front door. I'll come help as soon as I can. Ok, yes... Look I said I was sorry... No, look... I'm sorr... Ok fine!... No... No!... Look I gotta go I think she's awake."
I looked up and a women, around 40, was standing over me holding a mug and smiling.
"I'm sorry about that Hun. Here would you like some tea?" I nodded. She handed me the mug.
"Thank you." I croaked.
"Sure! How you feeling?"
"Uh, a little dizzy..."
"Well you did lose a lot of blood."
"Oh."
"Yes. But I do have a question for you..."
Oh great I thought here it comes. She was gonna ask me about my cuts.
"Do I know you?"
"Umm... I don't think so."
"That's all right I was just wondering why you were at MY front door?"
I didn't even remember going up to her front door.
"I'm not sure..."
"Well that's OK Hun. You just get some rest and I'll check on you in a bit."
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Why Daddy? Why?
Non-FictionAfter Dylan's mom dies in a car accident, her little brother kills himself. All she has left is her abusive father, and Ashton.
