LOVERS OR ENEMIES

Chapter 5

“Just leave… she doesn’t want to see you,” I hear Gen screaming.

“I just want to talk to her about yesterday,” I hear the other voice… I don’t open my eyes… I want to keep my eyes shut, even though my body is awake.

“Just leave Dylan… she’ll speak to you when she wants to,” Gen sounds exhausted.

“Please…” He sounds almost in tears. “Let me talk to her… please,” he says. I open my eyes slightly to see Dylan… his eyes are full of guilt, sadness, and sorrow.

“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Dear… your awake…” Gen says, holding her heart. “You kind of scared me,” She says, fakely smiling at me.

“Princess…” Dylan doesn’t look into my eyes, his voice is shaky, and his hair looks messy. 

“Dylan… look at me…” I say, feeling sorry for him… He slowly moves his head, once I see his face, I gasp mentally… His eyes are bloodshot like he has been crying, his eyes are swollen, his eyes have bags under them, and there are tear streaks running down his cheeks.

“Princess… I… I’m so sorry…” He says, holding back the tears fighting to escape his eyes.

“I’ll be…” Gen starts, but then leaves without telling us where she’s going.

“Dylan…” I start saying, getting out of bed… I slowly walk to him, and hug him… Why did I hug him? You ask… Even though he almost killed me, kidn*pped me, and made me go through that pain… I still feel like he could use a hug… I mean it’s just about as much my fault as his… I got on his nerves and snapped back at him… so even though he took his anger out on me… I guess in a way… I deserved it. I wrap my arms around his torso, and it took him a minute to react… but he pulled me into his body and nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck. “I don’t exactly forgive you… I don’t know how long it’ll take to forgive you… But… I believe you when you say that you’re sorry… it’s one of the hardest things to say… especially if you mean it…” I pull away from him, but look into his eyes. “If you mean it… it’ll take less time to forgive you… I’m not blaming it all on you… no… It’s my fault too… I got on your nerves… and just my luck… the same day I almost died… I had a fever…” I roll my eyes.

“Of course I mean it…” He pulls my body into his, wrapping his arms around me again. “I promise you… I will never hurt you again… Physically or Emotionally… I regretted what I did… and I missed not having your snarky remarks directed at me… I understand that it’ll take you a little bit for you to forgive me… but please do it sooner rather than later.” He says, keeping me into a hug.

“Thank you…” I say, trying to pull away from him… but his arms tightened, not wanting to let me go. “Um… Dylan…” I start saying.

“Mh?” He asks, enjoying this moment.

“You’re crushing me,” I say, making him pull away quickly, more guilt filling his eyes.

“I… I’m sorry,” He says, pulling at his hair in anger.

“It’s fine… you were just enjoying the moment,” I say, smiling up at him. He continues to pull at his hair in anger.

“It’s not alright… I promised to not hurt you anymore…” He starts saying.

“Hey… it’s fine… no hard feelings,” I say, kissing his cheek. “Now… Is breakfast ready?” I ask, pulling his arm with me out into the hall.

“It should be… also… are you okay with going to school?” He asks, picking me up bridal style.

“I can walk myself,” I say, laughing.

“I know… but I figured I didn’t want you tripping down the steps…”

“Okay… Also… I’m fine with going to school… are you going?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah… I do have to bring you back here… your mom thinks you are on a school trip.” He says, putting me down on the last stair.

“Right…” I say, laughing a little.

“Breakfast is ready, Mrs. Stone,” A person yells from the kitchen.

“Who was that?” I ask, walking towards the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t go in there,” Dylan pulls me away from the kitchen door.

“Why?” I ask, getting out of his hold and making my way towards the kitchen again.

“You’d be signing your own death certificate,” He says, blocking the kitchen door.

“DYLAN,” A guy with an apron on shoves Dylan away from the kitchen door, making Dylan fall forward.

“Are you kidding me, Shaun?” Dylan asks, standing up. “I was trying to keep someone out,” Dylan says, pointing to me.

“And who’s she?” He asks, looking at me with passion.

“Hi… my name is Maddie,” I say, smiling sweetly at him.

“Hey… Shaun,” He says, shaking my hand. “You know how to cook?” He asks me.

“Yeah…” I say, and I swear I heard Dylan growl.

“Well then… come show me what you got,” He says, pulling me into the kitchen and shutting the door in Dylan’s face.

“SHAUN,” Dylan screams, angrily walking into the kitchen.

“Wow man… calm down… You’re not even supposed to be in here… so out,” Shaun says, pointing towards the door.

“I bought this place for you… and I’m not even aloud to go into it?” Dylan asks, making his way towards the door.

“You’re right… you bought it for ME not anyone else.” Shaun says, shoving Dylan out of the kitchen. “So where were we,” Shaun asks, walking towards me.

“What do you want me to cook?” I ask, looking in the fridge.

“What do you have in mind, amore?” He asks.

“A surprise,” I say, getting the ingredients that I need out.

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After I was done cooking I searched the drawers looking for a flat knife aka a frosting knife, as soon as I found one I walked over to the oven and put the mitts on put a hot pad on the counter and then went back over to the oven and pulled the three metal pans out one by one I put two on the stovetop, then I grabbed the flat knife and made sure the cake wasn’t stuck to the pan then did the same with the next two. When I was done doing that I put each cake in the freezer to cool them down faster.

“Ooh… what’s that smell?” Shaun asks, walking into the kitchen.

“What you are smelling is my amazing baking skills.” I say very cocky. I swear the more time I spend here the more arrogant I become. 

Shaun started walking closer to me as I started walking towards the sink to wash the dishes I had just dirtied. As I put the soap in the sink and turned on the hot water I slipped thankfully I was caught by none other than Shaun.

I stood back up and started washing the dishes then something really stupid happened, I burned myself on the water, I BURNED MYSELF ON WATER. HOW STUPID AM I.

“MOTHER F...Uuuu...Oww...Shit...Screw this, you stupid water.”

Since I decided to wait for the water to cool down I grabbed a new bowl and put butter in it and then put powdered sugar and vanilla extract, put it in the mixer and then put purple food dye in it. And voila I have some pretty purple frosting. I then pulled the cakes out of the freezers and frosted the first layer and then the second and then the third. Then put sparkly sprinkles on it.

“Did you make a unicorn dessert or something?” Shaun asks.

“That’s not what I would call it,” I respond.

“That smells a little too sweet, baby doll,” He says, bringing his finger closer to the cake. I slap his finger away so he wouldn’t ruin the cake.

“No… You didn’t tell me what to cook, so… SURPRISE!” I scream in his ear. He holds his ear and glares at me. Next thing I know, I have a handful of cake on my face.

“YOU RUINED MY CAKE. YOU ARE SO DEAD, YOU ASSHOLE.” I say still fairly pissed off.

“Oh s**t… DYLAN… calm your girl,” Shaun runs out of the kitchen, searching for Dylan.

“What’d you do, man?” Dylan is now blocking me from getting to Shaun.

“That asshat ruined my pretty purple cake.” That is when I realized I could get him in so much trouble, so I started fake crying. Both Dylan and Shaun stood there staring at me. I didn’t know if they were falling for it and then they both got worried expressions on their faces.

   “It’s okay, Princess, calm down,” Dylan wraps his arms around me, trying to make me stop crying. 

“H… he… r… ruined… m… my… c… cake,” I say, after every sob.

“Shaun, you are so dead if you ever make her cry again… I swear, I won’t hesitate to kill you,” Dylan says, glaring at Shaun.

“Okay, man… Sorry… I honestly didn’t know that ruining her cake would make her cry,” Shaun says still a little uneasy of Dylan.

“Just leave…” Dylan says, still rubbing my back, facing away from Shaun. As I’m fake crying on Dylan’s shoulder, I stick my tongue out at Shaun, with Dylan being oblivious about it.

“Y…” Shaun starts, but gets cut off by Dylan glaring at him, that sure did stop him dead in his tracks, and with that, Shaun left the room.

“Are you alright Princess?” Dylan says with a soft expression.

“I… I think I’m fine… th… thank you, Dylan,” I say, recovering from fake crying.

“Hey do you wanna come with me somewhere.” He says still comforting me.

“Where?” I ask, looking up into his glassy green eyes.

“Just follow me Princess and you’ll find out.” He whispers in my ear kind of seductively. Which in all honesty I was kinda liking it. So I followed him to his car

“Where are we going?” I ask, watching him drive.

“It’s a surprise,” He says, holding a black, silky cloth in front of my face. “Now put this on,” He demands, watching the road while driving with one hand.

“Why?” I ask, grabbing the blindfold from his hand.

“Because… I don’t want you to see where we’re going…” He says, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t make me put it on you myself,” He says, glancing at me.

“Fine,” I groan. “Just know… I really hate surprises,” I state, hesitantly putting the blindfold on.

“I know,” He whispers to himself, thinking that I didn’t hear him.

This jackass… I swear, If I start having a f*****g panic attack, he’s going to pay once my breathing is fixed.

“Don’t worry, Princess… we’re almost there,” He states, taking my small, cold hand in his large, warm one.

“I wasn’t worried,” I say, taking my hand out of his. I really don’t like touching anyone… it’s too much contact… it’s kind of one of the reasons my panic attacks happen… I can’t handle all the people or contact, so my body reacts by making my chest tighten and my vision to blur. And then comes my panic attack. 

When I felt the car stop I went to get the blind fold off, but instead I felt a hand stop me. 

“Not yet princess.” Dylan says holding my hands to keep them from moving the blind fold. We took a few steps,  then he picked me up and carried me bridal style,  not that I really cared,  it got me out of walking, so I was okay with it.

“Okay you can take the blind fold off now princess.” Dylan whispers in my right ear sweetly I take the blindfold off and find a beautiful meal set up on a blanket that's laying over the sand while the moon is giving us enough light to see. “Is it okay, Princess? I mean, if you want, we could just go somewhere else. It’s no big deal if you don’t like it. I mean it’s not like this took two days to make sure everything is in place or whatever… you know what, we could just leave, I should’ve known that this was too much… I’m so…” He rants.

“Dylan…” I say, putting my hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I think this surprise is remarkable, and such a sweet gesture… I mean… there’s food on a beach getting lit up by moonlight...this is so beautiful, and I wouldn’t ask for it to be any other way.” I say, slowly removing my hand from his mouth.

“You have no clue how much that means to me...I seriously thought you were going to ha…” He starts ranting nervously again, and I cover his mouth with my hand again...it’s actually kind of adorable how he rants when he’s nervous.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about...so stop ranting nervously,” I call him out on his nervousness.

“Psh...I’m not nervous, I don’t get nervous… If anything, you're nervous... because I'm definitely not nervous... are you nervous? Because I'm definitely not... So no need to lie to my face saying I'm nervous..." He rants again... god... this dude is a gang leader, but somehow, he's nervous by a girl who's shorter than him... As much fun as I'm having, putting my hand over his mouth... I smell the food, and it's making my mouth water.

"Do you want to eat... because I know I'm starving... let's eat," I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the blanket lying on the sand.

"Of course... I mean that is why I have a basket and a..." He begins speaking a little faster, that was until I kissed his cheek, hoping it'll shut him up.

"Will you please shut up? I'm trying to get some food in my body... and you're getting nervous for no reason... so... SHUT UP," I yell, making him cover his ears and glared at me, Not that I actually care, I'm more focused on getting this food in my belly, belly before I starve... even though in less than thirty minutes, I'll probably forget when I ate and what I ate.

"Fine," He says, grabbing something behind the basket. "You want some?" He asks, holding up a bottle of red wine... where'd he even get that?

"I'm good," I say, taking another bite out of the pasta he brought.

"You sure?" He asks, downing the red liquid.

"I'm positive," I say... I've never been a big fan of drinking... unless of course, I sneak into a club... other than that, I'm sober... hell, I don't even drink at parties... I mean... I'm no goody-two-shoes... but I do like keeping my grades up, reading, and my ideal date would be cuddling on the sofa while watching Netflix... So maybe I could be a little bit of a goody-two-shoes... but I'm also pretty bad...

"So what is your favorite color?" He asks, cutting me out of my thoughts.

"My favorite colors would be... hm... I would have to say... purple and black." I respond. "What about you?" I ask, already having a few guesses of his favorite color.

"I'd have to say... Royal blue... and black," He answers my question.

"My turn, have you ever been in a near-death situation." He asks looking me in the eyes.

"Actually... funny story... I was in a near-death situation..." I begin, he clenches his fist. "I choked on air as I was drinking water..." I say, smirking.

"Are you sure it wasn't water?" He asks.

"No... I'm sure it was air because I didn't even have the water bottle tipping on an angle to let the water go out," I explain.

"How does one choke on air?" He asks.

"It's fairly easy, actually... all you have to do is... actually I don't even know how to explain it," I say.

"That's not a near-death situation..." He states, raising his eyebrows.

"Okay... fine... I have another one..." I state, thinking. "One time, I was much younger... my dad was driving, I remember it like it was yesterday," I state, remembering the memory.

*flashback*

"What did you get, my Maddie bug?" He asks me.

"Daddy... look, look... I got a fairy princess," I say, jumping up and down in my seat. We are heading home after a long day at the mall and going to McDonalds.

"That's mine," He jokes.

"But it's my kid's meal," I state, my smile leaving my face.

"But I paid for it," He says, reaching for my toy. I'm currently sitting in the passenger seat.

"But, Daddy... I want to play with it," I say, moving closer to my door.

"I was just joking, my bumblebee... what do you say we get home?" He asks.

"Mommy must be worrying about us," I state, brushing my fairy's hair.

"She sure is," He says. After a few minutes of driving, there was a loud bang and then a bunch of bouncing, telling us that we have a flat. "Don't worry, Mads, I'll fix this, just stay in the car," He says, getting out and grabbing stuff to fix it... My dad's a professional engineer, so he works on cars and fixes them up.

It's already been about 10 minutes and daddy is still fixing the tire... I get uncomfortable and feel bored, so I get out of the car with my fairy and walk around to watch my daddy.

"Hey, my little bee, didn't I tell you to stay in the car?" Daddy asks, looking back at me.

"I got bored, Daddy," I say, giving him a toothy smile.

"Of course you did... don't worry, darling... I'm almost finished," He says, putting the nuts on the tire to hold it in. I start twirling around, holding my fairy's arms. "MADDIE," My dad yells to me.

"What daddy?" I ask, looking in front of me at a semi-truck gets closer and closer. I can't move, talk, I'm like a doe in the headlights, waiting for my life to end.

"MADDIE," My dad yells again, pulling me back as the semi-truck drives by.