From Dylan:
belle
From Dylan:
belle belle belle be up be up oh my god please be up
From Dylan:
goddamnit anabelle be awake!
To Dylan:
i’m up jesus
To Dylan:
it’s half-four in the fucking morning dylan
From Dylan:
they’re fighting and they’re yelling and it’s about me
From Dylan:
they’re yelling about my grades and school andt hey
From Dylan:
they’re talking about custody and it’s too much belle it’s too much please can i go to yours
To Dylan:
hey hey yeah of course
To Dylan:
need me to pick you up though right?
From Dylan:
if you can please please i don’t like to hear them yell belle
To Dylan:
it’s okay yeah just stay calm and deep breaths, i have to tell my mom i’m taking the car but she won’t care because it’s you, i’ll be there soon PLEASE don’t hurt yourself i love you
From Dylan:
i’ll be outside