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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan sat down on the edge of her bed once they were gone. "Of course," he replied. "Yeah, you did. And we need to talk about it." He said sternly, but giving her a soft, supportive look. "You said, you 'had to get out' and that 'they were doing stuff'. You said 'they threw you out'." |
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"And we have to talk about it?" She asked. She saw the stern look, and knew she wouldn't win. "Alright, yeah. I owe you an explanation." She relented. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan held her hand, stroking against her knuckles with his thumb, "You know you can tell me anything." |
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"I came home yesterday, and my brother and sister were in my room. I told them to get out, I wanted to go to bed. Marcus, my brother, broke my pictures of Ocean Baroness, and my sister started flushing some of her ashes down the toilet. I hit them, and they told my parents. That all ended in an agrument, and I was told to get out, and come back in the morning, when I had common sense. So I packed my stuff up, made sure they couldn't touch it, and I left." She explained. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan, horrified at what her family had done, pulled her into a tight hug. "Move in with me," he murmured to her. "Move in with me, and you'll never have to deal with that again," he added. "I have two bedrooms, you can stay in the other one," |
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"What about your family?" She asked. "Wouldn't you have to ask them first?" |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan shook his head. "They won't mind. They've been foster parents for a long time," |
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She just leaned into him. "I'm so tired, Dylan... so mentally, and emotionally tired..." She mumbled. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan rubbed her back as he held her close. "I know, I know," he reassured her softly. "You'll come to live with me?" |
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"Yeah." She answered, after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I'll go to live with you." |
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