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"Take me to him," I whisper, as Dylan and I sit at the edge of the bed. Things were pretty quiet, and I just had to break the silence.
I had to do what Josh had told me to do. And the quicker I would do it and get it done and over with, the better.
"Take you to who?" He chuckles, while taking his socks off and throwing them somewhere near his side table.
"You father," I say firmly, my voice is bitter but full of hatred; even though I'm trying my best to act sweet and stay calm as possible.
He raises his eyebrow. "My father is not at home; he is gone somewhere,"
"What?" I'm surprised, but at the same time, annoyed. Dylan's father is gone somewhere. "But why? And where has he gone?"
Dylan shrugs. "I don't know," He lets out a sigh and turns to look at the floor. "He never tells me," Another pause, and then he turns to face me with green concerned, hurt eyes; filled with dark secrets ready to spill. "Can I trust you?"
"Errhh...Yeah?" I'm confused, but curious; as well as alert for any thing suspicious.
Dylan lets out a small laugh and then sighs. "Well, then, I trust you as well," He smiles at me and then leans in; but I move back a little.
"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" I ask, trying to get him to spill the beans.
He smiles weakly. "I guess..." His voice fades off, but comes back again. "Brett, Brett, Brett," He starts off. "That's all my father ever cares about," He stares at the ground, like a wounded animal.
"Umh.."I start to talk but the words wouldn't escape my mouth. What was he talking about? Brett? His brother, Brett? Why is he complaining about his brother. "What do you mean?"
He shoots a glare at me, as the words escape my mouth. "What do you mean?" He starts to laugh after repeating my words by mimicking my tone. "What I mean is, I hate him," He pauses. "I hate his fri*ken guts, if it was up me, I would..I would..." His words swallow him up. And then he stops.