Chapter 17: A Stranger I know
I moved out of Dylan's house, on the same day my Father disowned me on live channels to the entire world.
That night, I disappeared from the world, the internet, and the media.
I had managed to walk into the house after struggling my way to bypass the reporters who were all arrayed outside the house, waiting for me.
Waiting for a stupidly embarrassing interview that involved poking their stupid recorders into one's mouth, forcefully.
I wiped a tear as I walked into the room but Dylan was on the bed. Waiting.
I could perceive his motive in the atmosphere.
“What are you doing here?" My self-restraint failed me like I hadn't managed to go through all that s**t without breaking down. I should have ignored him and gone ahead with packing.
He said noth
