***DYLAN'S POV***
"Oh, some girl who was looking for you, a relative maybe?"
My heart dropped and my anxiety rose.
I got up.
"A—a—a r—relative...? I—no, it can't be, no, no, no you must be wrong," my eyes filled with fear and I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Dylan, are you okay? Hey, you don't look so good..." Cupid walked up to me and grabbed my hand.
"Ask her who she is..." I whispered.
"Okay, but tell me if you aren't okay, alright?"
I nodded.
***
***CUPID'S POV***
I opened the door again.
"I'm going to need to know who you are and for you to state your purpose here," I said trying to sound scary, but it probably just sounded lame.
"Uh...I'm Angelina Doyle, but known as Angelina Porter, I'm Dylan's adopted sister," she explained.
"...Oh...I'll be back again..." I slammed the door.
***DYLAN'S POV***
Cupid slammed the door, walked up to me, hugged me tightly, and said nothing.
What's going on? Who is it?!
"Dylan, I know you don't want to hear this because you have a bad past with your family but it's a relative...she's your...sister, adopted sister..." he was still hugging me as a way to calm me down, but it wasn't working.
Those words pricked me like a billion pieces of shattered glass or maybe I was the shattering glass, whatever it was, it was an all too familiar painful feeling.
The sister that replaced me? The child that could give my parents the thing they wanted most? The reason I was kicked out of the house...?
I felt as though everything was not okay like the life I built away from my good-for-nothing parents became tainted with old melancholy memories.
Why is she here? Why look for me? Is she going to tell me off for being different? I don't want to feel the way I did when my parents sent me away, I don't want to be afraid of people again. Why can't they understand that I still feel pain, the only thing I can't feel is love...but I've changed, Cupid is proof of that...would they still hate me? I still can't feel love for them, but I can for Cupid. No, that would get them pissed, they would be mad that I love him but not my own family... Why was I born like this?!? Why me?
"Dylan, you know you can cry if you need to, right?" Cupid reassured me.
"Y—yeah..." I said as hot tears escaped my eyes.
Cupid knew I was crying because he quickly pulled away from the hug and wiped away my tears.
"I'll be back, I need to speak with her real quick," he walked out the door.
***CUPID'S POV***
I walked out the door.
"I'm sorry, but can you come tomorrow or something, Dylan isn't doing so well right now..." I tried to politely tell her.
"But I have no money and nowhere to go," she worriedly explained.
"Here, there's a motel close by, this can buy you a room for about 6 nights and some food, maybe even more," I said handing her a wad of cash.
"O—okay, just tell Dylan I want to talk to him..." She looked a little disappointed and pained as she turned and walked away.
***
When I walked back into the apartment Dylan was nowhere to be seen.
I walked up the stairs towards his room and saw a note on the floor.
It read:
"Hey, Dylan or Cupid or both, basically, we noticed a bad vibe coming from downstairs so we decided to dip since we might have been interrupting something." ~ Demon boy and Melody, 6:47 pm.
It was already 7 pm meaning they must have left a while ago, the door was closed so Dylan was probably in there...hopefully he didn't go outside again.
I quietly opened the door.
Just as I expected Dylan was on his bed under his blanket quietly curled up.
I walked up to the bed, sat down next to the pile of sadness, and placed a hand on what I assumed was his back.
"Are you okay Dylan?" I asked trying to comfort him.
The only response I got from him was a weak hum.
You know what? I'm sick of him always having to deal with shit like this on his own.
I got off the bed, kneeled to his level, and then yanked the blanket away from his face.
Having done that revealed a pink-faced Dylan with teary eyes and a hitched breath.
I wiped away his tears.
"Look, Dylan, I know you don't have the best memories of your family, but I want you to know and get it through your head that she is not your family. She was adopted, she does not know much about who you really are and maybe that's why she's here, you need to stop thinking of the worst-case scenario. Judging by the disappointed and pained look she had on her face when I told her you're not feeling so good right now shows a lot about what she came here for. If she was here to tell you off, she would have probably just barged in not giving a fuck and done so, but she didn't, so stop beating yourself up over the bad things, okay?" I had looked into his eyes with a serious expression the whole time I had spoken.
As I stood up he sat up.
"You're...right, I'm sorry for being stupid and inconsiderate," he rubbed his eyes.
I sat in front of him on the bed, grabbed his hands, and moved them away from his face.
"You are not stupid or inconsiderate for being afraid of something you have every right to be afraid of," I said, hugging him tightly after.
He hugged me back.
"So, are okay talking it out with her? If not, then I can just tell her that you're not ready," I said, still holding him afraid that if I let go he'd fall apart again.
To my surprise, he dared to let go unlike me, "No, I'll talk to her, I'd feel worse if she wasted money coming here for nothing."
"Good. I'm glad you're facing your fears, also I'm sorry our date didn't go the way it was planned to go," I gave a sad smile.
He blushed, "Wh—whatever I don't really care about that," he crossed his arms in front of him.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you didn't because you totally didn't think I looked attractive in this outfit," I chuckled.
"How did yo—No I didn't! Not one bit! In fact, get out of my room! You creep," he pushed me off of his bed.
"Oh come on Dylan don't deny it, unless you want me to make you admit it?" I raised one of my eyebrows and smirked.
"Get out you pervert!" He pushed me out of his room and shut the door as well as locked it.
Damn it, now I have to sleep on the couch.