Page 47 of Wreckage of Us
“Flush him out?” Dylan busts out laughing. “Where did you hear that?”
“TV,” I shrug.
He brings his forehead closer to mine and just stares into my eyes. I feel so conflicted about everything in my life right now.
“I think I scared Morgan,” I finally confess.
“Yeah?” Dylan chuckles.
“I had a complete meltdown in there,” I snort, making both of us laugh. “She said it’s probably from the pregnancy hormones, but I don’t know. I just went all crazy, and kept on crying and blowing my nose…”
“How about,” he interrupts my crazy, “we grab some lunch, then we go home, and you can go all crazy on me, yeah?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll help you blow your nose, baby,” he pushes the hair out of my face, just petting it back over and over.
“Dylan,” I whisper in the quiet car. “I don’t understand what’s happening with us. What will happen with us after this mess with your father gets resolved?”
“I’m not leaving, Bex,” he states very matter of factly.
“So you want to be in the baby’s life then?” I ask for clarification, so I know what I’m dealing with here.
“For sure,” he tells me. “And your life, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I am not leaving after this is over. I was going to stay no matter what…”
“But you said…”
“I know what I said,” he assures me. “Every single word is forever engraved in my brain, reminding me how stupid I’ve been when it came to anything related to you.”
“Dylan…” I mumble, so close to tears once again.
“I will take that to my grave,” Dylan confesses. “And I hope you’ll let me make it up to you for the rest of my life, no matter how long or short it is.”
“Dylan, I don’t know that…”
“Don’t decide now,” he interrupts me. “Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”
Give him a chance…
What if I don’t?
13
Dylan
“You got anything for me?”I jerk my chin at Puck. He is typing away on his computer, completely ignoring the world around him.
“Dude,” he shakes his head, “not sure, but they either got better at hiding or they just stopped talking.”
“Who’s they?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Fuck if I know,” he shrugs. “But it’s gotta be more than one, as in Bricks is not doing all that by himself. He knows nothing about computers, let alone messing around on the dark web,” he snorts.
“Agreed,” I nod in understanding. And he’s right, my father could barely check emails, no way he could mastermind anything like this.
