Chapter Thirty Nine- Exploring Possibilities

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As Zack speeds off to Brian's place, I sit back and let my thoughts wander, reaching into every corner of my mind  that my head spins

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As Zack speeds off to Brian's place, I sit back and let my thoughts wander, reaching into every corner of my mind that my head spins. At one point, I know I have my jaw clenched and my hands clutched, my fingernails digging crescents into my palms, all from frustration. All from loosing her. All from my pelt up fear.

I'm upset, that's not news, but I'm also hurt, and it's selfish. So, so selfish of me to think of her feelings for me at this moment.

All those times we went out and had fun: did she put up an act to show that she trusted me? All those times she never told me anything: was that where I was supposed to realize she didn't think me as trustworthy? When she opened up to me, last night: what am I supposed to make out from that? All of our shared happiness: was it ever real on her side?

"Dylan." I hear Zack call me and look up to the worried look on his face. "Dylan, we're here. Try not to punch Brian, please." It's crazy how Zack is the one telling me not to beat someone up because usually it's the opposite.

"I'm not promising anything," I grunt and get the hell out of the car. It felt suffocating in there, with my own endless questions and anxiety creeping increasingly in my chest.

"You'll have to control your anger," Alex says quietly, "otherwise, we'd be doing a very good job disappointing Rose." I ignore him and his unusual hollow tone and follow Zack to the front door. The door opens before we even get the chance to ring the bell. Josh is the one to unlock it.

He stares at us wordlessly, his usually happy green eyes drained up, and slowly looks over our shoulders to Alex. "C'mon," he mumbles and we all follow him through the foyer into the living room. The first thing we all see is a crying and wailing Jenelle, clutching a pillow to her chest and her mascara (is that what it's called?) running down her face, and Brian is just a few feet away from her, staring at the floor. I really want to punch him, but I'll hold it back for Rosalyn.

Alex walks to Jenelle and slowly settles next to her, then scoops her in his arms, letting her cry into his chest. He mumbles something to soothe her, but it ends with her crying harder. This gets Brian's attention away from the 'lovely' carpet and his gaze snaps up to meet my blank one.

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