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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan picked her up so that she wouldn't have to walk on her bad leg. "I know, I know," he reassured her. "I'm taking you home, you're gonna get your rest and relax and then you can think about all of this tomorrow," he insisted, carrying her to his truck. |
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That night, she was texting Dylan on and off. She was miserable, which was to be expected. And, as she predicted, her family didn't care, they didn't even say one comforting thing to her. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan was laying in bed, -Hey, how are you doing?- he texted her. |
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She grabbed her phone, and responded. About as good as I can be. :( |
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Dylan Montgomery - -Do you wanna come over? I can pick you up.- -Or I could come to you,- he suggested. Dylan didn't want her alone. |
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My parents and siblings aren't home. You can come over if ya want. They went to go have a family night, and, typical, left me here. She texted back. |
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Dylan Montgomery - -Omw- 10 minutes later, he knocked on her front door. |
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She opened the door, and let him in. "Hey." She stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled gently. "Hey," he said gently. "How are you doing?" |
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"Miserable." She responded. "Cops are gonna handle Mikaela, because she's the reason my horse is dead." |
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