Wrong Number ↠ Dylan O'Brien & Tyler Posey

Chapter 10

Dylan's POV:

"Tyler!" I yell, even though he was right there in my trailer.

"What?" Tyler asks annoyed, scratching his head.

"Do you notice anything missing?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Fuck!" Tyler yelled. Cara. She was gone. I tried to calm myself down, as did Tyler, but a nervous temptation in my body told me this was something to not leave alone. Obviously.

"We have no car," Tyler says, running outside. She even stole my car. I just didn't want to see her hurt. I couldn't bare seeing her hurt again.

"Maybe she found out?" Tyler asked, shrugging his shoulders very slyly.

"She probably went back to my place to get her stuff. If we make it in time we can catch her," I say, going towards Dylan Sprayberry's trailer.

"What's up, guys. Hey... where's that girl that was supposedly with you?" Dylan asks, as I answer his door.

"Listen, she took Dylan's car, so we kind of need to borrow yours to get back to his apartment," Tyler tells him.

"Why, she seemed sweet," Dylan laughs, shaking his head.

"No. It wasn't like that. It was something shitty we did. It was for other reasons. Preferably our faults, but we need to borrow your car if that's okay," I say.

"Yeah sure," he says, pulling out the keys from his pocket and giving it to me.

"Thank you, love you, bye," I say joking, running away with Tyler.

Halfway through our drive I finally spoke up and shifted a bit in my seat. "This girl has gone through so much pain. What is she going to be like when we tell her?"

"I don't know, man. This sucks," Tyler says, "Should we just take her by Garth then they'll tell her, or should we just tell her."

"I want to take her by Garth," I say, focusing on driving.

"Alright," Tyler says, putting his arm on the car door and resting on it. "Then we'll do that."

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Cara's POV:

I stood in Dylan's room staring at the warm, soft, white carpet on the floor. I always kept telling myself that it would get better. That I should keep trying. And maybe I was exaggerating. Who knows. But as of now, I felt like giving up. All of these secrets and lies truly made my life a living hell. People out there might have it worse than me, but as of now, it sucked as it was.

I grabbed my things and headed to Dylan's living room when I heard the door open. Tyler and Dylan rush in.

"Cara..." Dylan says, holding his hand out ready to stop me.

"No!" I yell backing away. "I heard you talking to that mysterious guy with the hat on! You back away from me!"

"We're not here to hurt you. Believe me," Tyler says trying to calm me down.

"Then what are you here for. Do you have some cult. Because i'm not going to be apart of some orgy and I definitely do not want to get raped."

"What!" Tyler yells. "There's no orgy. There's no cult. We're not rapists. Dylan just tell her what's going on."

Dylan turns his head at Tyler and purses his lips at me and him trying to figure out what to say.

"Well. I would assume... that... you know... you're..." Dylan stalls.

"Cara, you're a prophet. Your dad is a fucking vampire," Tyler says looking serious. "We're fucking vampires:"

"Ha ha, Tyler, so fucking funny. Sorry, I forgot i'm not in fucking Teen Wolf or some Supernatural show, so tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"How do you explain how we got your number?" Dylan said.

"I don't know? Luck I guess!" I exclaim, pettiness creeping my voice.

"How do you think I knew your name. Why do you think your dad wasn't reluctant on letting you go to LA. And why would I know that right now. Why do you think Garth was so mysterious. Because it's real," Dylan explains in his soothing voice.

"I don't believe you," I say, tears filling my eyes.

"I don't want to see you hurt more than you already are Cara. Just come with us and we can explain," Dylan says coming closer to me and grabbing my hand.

"You guys are so lucky I have nothing to lose," I say walking out the door with them.