A/N: Adult language.
“What are you doing here?”
“A mother can’t visit her daughter in her new apartment?”
“A mother can. Not you. Why are you really here?”
“Look, Dakota. You win. You made your point, you can move back home now.”
“I win?” Dakota lets out a laugh, “you think it’s a game? This is my life, mother.”
“You’re not legally allowed to live on your own. I can call the police and they’ll have to bring you home.”
“And you’ll keep me locked for a month until I’m eighteen? You do that and you will never see me again after that.”
Dakota shut the door in her mother’s face, holding in the tears that were trying to break free. She leaned against the door and suddenly felt three pairs of eyes staring at her.
“What are you looking at?” she barked at Dylan and his buddies and left the room.
Back to the bedroom, she thought, maybe I would be better of in their house.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Kyra got up from her chair, “who wants one?”
“I’ll take a drink,” Dakota said.
“Martha?” Kyra asked in a convincing voice.
“I’m all set.”
“Oh come on,” Dakota joined Kyra, “don’t be such a goodie goodie. We said we’ll have fun today.”
“Alright, one drink!”
Couple hours later, Martha was having the time of her life at the club they went to.
“Oh my God, she is hilarious,” Kyra shouted over the loud music.
“I’ve never seen her like this before,” Dakota shook her head in disbelieve and laughed.
“It was about time she loosened up a little.”
Dakota nodded and pulled her buzzing phone out of her pocket.
DYLAN: WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE?
DAKOTA: ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’M WITH MARTHA AND KYRA.
DYLAN: YA, RIGHT.
DAKOTA: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?
DYLAN: IF YOU FUCK SOMEONE ELSE I WILL KILL YOU BOTH.
“I’m gonna get going, Dylan’s freaking out,” she explained and looked at her drunk friend Martha, “you’ll take care of her, right?”
“Don’t worry about her. I’ll get her home safely.”
“Everything alright at home?”
“Yea, Dylan’s a little jealous, that’s all.”
Kyra scoffed, “he’s the one who’s jealous?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Just that you’d never cheat on him.”
“Oh. Of course not. See you around, Kyra. Take care of the monster over there.”
Dakota entered the dark, quiet apartment. She didn’t bother to turn on the lights and walked through the living room into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and started to undress. It took forever to get the hot water going.
She was glad that Dylan is sleeping and she doesn’t have to deal with him tonight.
Why was Kyra so surprised by his jealousy? Is he the one who is unfaithful?
She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower into the steam filled room.
“Did you wash him off real good?”
“Dylan,” Dakota jumped up a little and put her hand on her chest, startled, “you scared me. What are you doing?”
“I know you fucked him, don’t act stupid.”
“Fucked who? What are you talking about?” she wrapped a towel around her and tried to get by him but it wasn’t easy in a tiny space like this. “You’re drunk, Dylan, go to bed.”
That made him angry, he pushed her on the door and held her by her throat. She could smell the beer in his breath.
“I can’t breath,” she whispered.
“If I ever see you with another guy, you’re dead and so is he. Do you understand?”
Dakota nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Dylan stumbled away and she just sat there, too terrified to go to bed.
Would he really hurt her or was that the alcohol talking?