Alyssa didn’t remember much of anything after her flashback. Except that she’d been sobbing incoherently and managed to gasp out that she’d been the one consuming the potion. Dylan’s eyes had widened as he registered the dates the potion had been consistently bought and understood exactly for what purposes it had been used: to get Alyssa to stay with Xavier.
Alyssa didn’t know when Melanie left and she didn’t know how she’d ended up in her room, her under the covers and Dylan over them. He held her hand and the look on his face was so sad and full of pity for her that she wanted to drown in her own tears.
Her life was so many shades of f****d up. And the last thing she’d ever wanted was for Dylan to feel sorry for her.
“I think I need to be alone awhile,” Alyssa stated monotonously a
