BRIELLE
At first, I thought he was angry at me for threatening his mother, and apparently, so had she.
“Dylan, you see why I never approved of her, look at how she’s talking to me!” She lamented, trying to seek his sympathy as she wrapped her arms around him. But he pushed her off, inching closer and closer to me. “Brielle, what did you mean by that? And don’t lie to me.” He ordered.
He called me Brielle, not Bree.
One thing I had promised myself was that Dylan was never going to find out about the whole Anya and the gun situation, and now, thanks to his mother, he finally had.
I rebuked myself bitterly. Perhaps, I should have gotten a tighter leash on my anger, and then none of this would have happened. I feared for Dylan and what he would do were he to find out about this, but
