Dylan turned back around to the stove and finished making breakfast. He made me the most perfect set of eggs over medium with limp bacon, fresh coffee, and dry wheat toast. When I finish eating, Bo was ready to come back inside. I opened up the sliding glass door, let him in, and headed over to feed him.
I thanked Dylan for breakfast and let him know I was going to get a quick shower. Even though I had a bathroom attached to my bedroom, I typically took my showers downstairs because the showerhead down there were much nicer. It was a big subway tiled shower with three showerhead at the top and three coming from the sides. It was the best shower when you were tense. Besides, all of my bath things were in that bathroom. I went into the bathroom, not locking the door, and both followed. I got into the shower. I was about halfway through when I heard, “baby,“ and I instantly knew he was in the bathroom too. I screamed at him to get out, but he just stood there. “Seriously, Dylan, what could you possibly need that couldn’t have waited another 10 minutes?“ I asked this as I was trying to cover up my body the best that I could.
“Bones just called. I saw his number, so I answered. He wasn’t pleased that I answered the phone, and somehow already knew exactly who I was. We got into an argument, and he said to let you know they’re on their way to get your things. Who is this person? Is that somebody that you’re with?“ I could tell he was getting frustrated because of the tone of his voice. I stared at him directly in the face and said, “get the f**k out.“ He turned around and walked out the door. I truly was hoping that he would walk out the front door too, but I’m sure I wasn’t that lucky.
I finished my shower, grabbed a towel, wrapped my hair, and then wrapped another around my body. I was so pissed. The nerve of him to walk into the bathroom like he was allowed to be here. And even more, what right did he have to answer my phone and then come to question me about it. Bo and I walked out of the bathroom and there he was sitting on the couch. I glared at him, but walked right past him over to the stairs and up towards my bedroom. Bo followed me up the stairs, and Dylan was right behind him. I walked into my bedroom let both through and shut the door in his face. However, he didn’t take the hint. He at the door and followed in. He started to ask again who bones was, but this time there was an anger in his voice, there was a sadness. I reminded him that the minute he put his d**k in another female, he lost all rights to knowing about my personal life. Bo lay down on the floor, and I walked into my large walk-in closet to find an outfit. I opened one of the drawers and grab a pair of panties and put those on first while my towel was still on. Dylan followed in not long after.
“What the hell are you doing? I’m not sure how many times I have to walk away or shut a door in your face or even tell you that it’s none of your business anymore, before you will get the hint and realize that you’re crossing a line. You know, I’m in here trying to get dressed.” I said. Dylan just continued to stare at me with the same sadness in his eyes. I turned my back towards him, grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on. I grabbed a bra from the drawer, all the while, keeping my back towards him, and dropped my towel so that I to finish getting dressed. Once I had my bra clasped, he moved closer to me. I turned around to face him. His eyes ranked over my body, but he didn’t make a comment about it. I was glad for that. I moved to the other side of the closet to grab a shirt and chose a peachy, orange tank top, and put it on. At that point, he spoke again, “Seriously, who is Bones and why is he sending men?“ “ what do you mean sending men, I asked. “I don’t know Charlie, whenever I answered, he knew exactly who I was, and he told me he was sending men. I’m not sure exactly what he meant, but I figured you would,“ he plainly stated. “I’m not sure. Considering I don’t really know the man, I don’t know what he means. It also would’ve been helpful how I’ve been able to speak to him myself. Maybe you should learn not to get involved in other people’s conversations,” I told him. I walked past him and out of the closet and continue to walk out of my room as he followed me. By this point, he was pissed and I could tell. “What the f**k do you mean you don’t know who he is? He knew who I was. And you already said you were going out to start a new life that way. Is this somebody that you’ve been secretly dating? Who is he to you? Why is he sending people out here? And what on earth are you doing with someone with the name Bones,“ he asked. I ignored all the questions, picked up my phone, and called Bones.
On the very first ring, Bones answered the phone, “Charlie?” “Yeah Bones, it’s me. I just got the message that you called. I was in the shower.” “I was just gonna call to ask if there might be an expected time that you may be here. However, when I heard Dylan answer the phone, I just decided to take things into my own hands,“ he said. “How did he know that was Dylan? And why did you take things in your own hands,“ I asked. He told me that Ryan had told him about Dylan and about how he didn’t like how he treated his sister. Bones said he needed to protect me in the same way that Ryan did that’s why he decided to send a couple of his men out to pick up some of the things that I didn’t want to leave behind. I thanked him for that and let him know that I would be ready whenever as men came. That’s when he let me know that I would be picking a few of them up from the airport at 6 PM. But he asked me not to sell the house as well. I wasn’t sure why, but he told me it was better if I kept it for now and I could decide later. So, I agreed.
When I got off the phone, Dylan was staring at me. He told me he was going to leave, and I agreed that it would be best. Then he asked me when I was moving, and if he could come out with me to help me move. I let him know that it wasn’t the best, but once I was settled, he could come to visit. “That’s not what I want, but I’ll agree because at least I can be in your life a little,” he said before he kissed the top of my head and left.