From Bad to Worse

Dylan sent me to the car. He seemed like he had unfinished business inside, so I let him be. He walked out moments after I was sent off. He had a smug look on his face. I was concerned.

"Dylan...what did you do?" I ask, scared of his response.
"Nothing...don't worry about it babe...I'm so happy your mine...Danny doesn't know what he had. But, I'm glad he let it slip away. 'Cuz now…your mine." He gently whispered into my ear. I blushed at his words, and passionately kissed him. He kissed back. I was getting really into it, when we heard a horn honk behind us.

"Hey, fuckers! Stop eating each other faces and let’s go! Party! My place!" Jordon shouts from his car. He continuously holds his horn down until we are in my car.

Fuckin' Douche...

"OK asshole, were following you!" I shout back from my window. He flips me off, nods, and starts to drive off.

I buckle up and lean against the window of Dylan's car. I feel like he's looking at me.

"Watch the road..." I mumble. I see his head snap back to the road in the passenger door mirror. I silently cry. I notice he's slowing down and he pulls over to the side of the road. He looks over and grabs me, then gently pulls my petite self into his lap. I don't resist. He gently rocks me and pets my head. My cries get louder and he shushes me. I slowly give in to his silent pleads.

"What's wrong babe? Please...please tell me Rachel..." He softly begs. I roll over so my puffy red face is towards him. Gently set my hands on the sides of his face. He smiles and I move my hands to behind his head and put my head to his.

"It's just...how could he do this...he knew I loved him...yet he brought her...to hurt me...as if I did something wrong...why Dylan, why...?" I whimper. He pulls me in tighter. I just realize that I'm straddling him and our bodies are snuggled together. I feel warmth radiating off of him onto my cold self. I don't want to move front this position.

"I don't know...but he apparently didn't love you...as much as you hoped...but i do ...I know that much..." He responded. That made my heavy tears flow.

I didn't want to think he was just using me. I think...he wanted to be...Friends with Benefits. He wanted the benefits of a relationship without being in one with me! How could he do that! I trusted him! I loved him!

I cried harder and my eyes grew puffier. He rocked me but that didn't help me. My skin was cold, and warm, then cold again. He could feel the temperature fluctuating. He set me in his seat and gave me his jacket back. I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't condone myself anymore.

Oh God...no...Please no...

"Babe...what's....-ing on?.....wh-....-'s wro-..Can you...-alm dow-... -or me ple-...?!" He whined.

I couldn't make out all of the words. They were cutting in and out. I could hardly comprehend his muffled voice and I heard static. I couldn't see straight. My tears came easier, and faster, my breathing sped up, my nerves were aching. Dylan noticed.

"Call...9...1..." Is all I could stutter. I forgot how to produce words. How to speak. How to see. How to hear.

He had a look of pure fear in his eyes. He frantically grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1. I was doing something that hasn't happened since freshman year. I didn't want it to go on, but after a certain point, there is no way in Hell I could turn it off.

I was having a panic attack.