Page 45 of Wreckage of Me
And now, this.
“How’s Ethan?” I try to distract my brother and hope that it works.
“He’s fine.” There’s some hesitation in his voice, like he wants to tell me more but is not sure how. “He, uh, he’s been asking about you.”
Now that’s a surprise.
“He has?”
“Yeah, he told Ali you’re his dad, wanted to know if you’d come see him.”
I am left in complete shock. All the times I tried to bond with this kid, and I never got anywhere. Now he wants to know when I’d go see him.
“Ma’s been talking to him a lot about you,” Wyatt continues. “Plus, he heard me and Ali talking about you too since I’ve been pulling all these strings to find out what the hell is going on with you.”
“Thanks, brother,” I murmur, and really mean it too. I never really expected to have to rely on Wyatt as much as I have in this past year.
“So, where the hell are you then?” he barks at me, sounding very much like myself, when I am not around Becca that is.
“Montana.”
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Becca
I sit here quietly,eavesdropping with no shame to the conversation Dylan is having with his brother. Apparently, their mother wants to visit Montana all of a sudden. Also, Dylan’s son is with his brother, Wyatt, but it doesn’t sound like he’s got plans to go get him anytime soon.
The whole thing is just weird.
It strikes me odd and ironic that while I feel my feelings toward Dylan growing stronger with each passing minute, I also feel so unsecure about whether I’d want to be with him or not. Sounds like he’s got a lot of drama in his life, and I don’t know if I’m the right person to deal with it all.
“What did you tell him?” I now hear Dylan asking, and I am assuming it’s still about his son. It’s hard when you only hear one half of the conversation.
Few minutes later, and they hang up.
“Your brother didn’t know you were here?” I prod gently. Dylan is definitely not the type of person to share things just because. Or maybe that’s more of a girl thing. I don’t know.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” he shakes his head but doesn’t meet my eyes.
“But Puck knows?” It doesn’t make any sense that his family doesn’t know of his whereabouts, but his friends do.
“Puck knows,” Dylan confirms. “And Sully too,” he adds, making my eyebrows go up in surprise.
“So, if you and Puck are in Montana, where’s Sully?”
“He’s here, too. We got a place together.” Okay, I am not sure what to do with this piece of information. He says he came to Montana, excuse me,Bumfuck, Montana, on a whim, but he’s got a place to stay and everything?
“So you guys are here to stay for a while then?” Why else would they have a place to live in?
“They are,” he answers me after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“So you’re leaving?”
Despite the fact that I don’t know whether I’m equipped to deal with Dylan’s dramatic life or not, the thought of never seeing him again actually hurts me.
I am all over the place with my feelings toward him. One minute I’m in love with him, the next I don’t want to deal with him.
“This was supposed to be just a short visit, Becca,” he gives me a sad smile, like he’s feeling sorry for me that I misinterpreted his intentions.
