Dylann just shakes her head and walks out the door. A few minutes later she comes back with some bread on a plate and water in a glass cup.
“Here drink and eat it’ll help with the blood loss.”
She sets the plate and cup down and picks up a piece of bread. Breaking off pieces she starts to feed me. Which is quite embarrassing, and I feel my cheeks heating.
“Aw. You're blushing,” Dylann says smirking.
“Stop it,” I grumble.
“Do you wanna sit up and feed yourself?”
“Yes, please.” I start to scoot up but a red hot pain shoots through my leg.
Dylann set the bread down quickly at the sound of my gasp. She puts a hand on the middle of my back to help support me. While she is holding me up, she bunches up some pillows behind me and removes her hand. She sits back down and gives me the plate with bread. As I eat Dylann stretches out her legs onto the edge of the bed in a feline movement, being careful not to jostle me. Then she puts her hands behind her head and looks up at the ceiling.
“Stop,” She says suddenly.
“Stop what?” I raise my brows at her.
“You're staring at me. Again.” Her eyes flicker to mine and back to the ceiling.
“No I wasn’t. I was just… glancing.”
There was a moment of awkward silence then I ask, “what are we going to do?”
Her head snapped up, “what do you mean we?”
“Me and you. That’s what we means.”
“There is no we. There is you and then there’s me. Not together.”
“I didn’t mean like dating we.”
“I didn’t either. Once I feel your stable enough to be on your own, I walk away.”
“I thought you were gonna stay.”
“Never said that. I just felt bad for stabbing you.” Her eyes turned cold as it’s icy color.
“Please.” I breath and set the empty plate on my nightstand.
“Don’t. I don’t want to have to look out for anyone.”
“You mean you don’t wanna get close to anyone. You either have trust issues or you don’t want to lose someone and get hurt. I honestly think it’s the latter.”
“I don’t have to give you an explanation. I need to leave. In three days I will be gone before you wake. And if you follow me your left leg will match your right.” She says bluntly.
We sat there in silence for what felt like hours, just staring at each other. Her icey blue eyes were just as there color signified, ice cold, and hard. What had this beautiful girl gone through to turn those eyes so hard, I think to myself. Dylann stood and picked up the plate that the bread was on. The whole time she never breaks eye contact until she turned around and walked out the door. I slide back down so my head rests on the pillows and I look up at the ceiling.
Maybe her parents died. She seems independent but looks so hurt at the mentioning of being alone. I can’t tell her about what I did. What if I did and she just ran away faster? What if I get her to stay and she finds out? I play tug-o-war with my own thoughts when I hear the door open then close again. At first I don’t look over at her but then I hear her sit in the chair with a long deep sigh. I flick my eyes over to Dylann and she is sitting with her head tipped back. Her arms are crossed over her chest along with her left leg over her right. Dylann’s hands are fisted on the sides of her ribs, I watched for a little bit while her throat bobbed as if she has a lump forming. I remember the last time I cried in front of someone.
It was when I was thirteen and I had fallen of the roof. I was helping my dad put up christmas lights when he said he needed to go find a close enough plug in. So I climbed up the extendable ladder to surprise him by finishing stapling the lights to the beach sand colored shingles. When I finally got up to the top of the ladder I grabbed the stapler and the string of lights. I got all of two staples up when my dad came back out. “Mason Mcallister Frendick! Get down from there this instant,” He yelled as he stormed over to the ladder. I was caught by surprise and shook the ladder a little too hard. The locks on it came undone and suddenly I was hanging onto the rungs as air rushed passed me and the ground pushed towards me. Once I hit the ground the wind was knocked out of me. My dad ran over screaming something while he threw the ladder off me. After a full minute without air and my dad blowing in my face, my lungs gushed with air. Once I felt the oxygen back in me I was gasping greedy gulps of air and crying while my dad lifted me up and cradled me against his chest. He then asked me over and over if I broke anything but I just said “no, it just surprised me.”
“Hey. Are you okay?” Dylann asked bringing me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You’re staring again.” She lifts one eyebrow delectly .
“I am not. I’m just simply admiring beauty,” I say simply.
“Right,” She says scoffing slightly.
“You don’t believe me?” I ask with mocking offence.
“Why would I? For all I know you cheat at poker.”
“Why would cheating at poker matter?”
“My Uncle always said, ‘anyone who cheats at poker, lies and cheats through life.’”
“Well your uncle was wrong. I cheat at poker but I don’t lie and cheat in life.”
“Is. He is wrong.” Dylann looks down at her bare feet.
“He made it? How do you two keep in contact?” I ask hoping there’s more people.
“No, but I would feel if he didn’t.” Her hand drifts to her chest in a fist pounding once.
“I know it can be hard to admit, but he is probably dead.” I say softly.
Her head whips up and her eyes bore into mine with a heat of rage, “He is alive! He did make it! You don’t know! So just shut that stupid mouth of yours!” She yells then leaves the room. I expect her to slam the door but she closes it quietly and doesn’t return until the next day. All Dylann did was check on me every few hours, never speaking. She would bring food and refill my water. That’s how it was for the next two days.
(To be continued)
Chapter 2 part 1(Mason)
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