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BAD CUPID

Created By; Snow Marisvega

Chapter 87

Dylan's P.O.V

I laid on the bed, facing the window and just staring at nothing. My mind was elsewhere, I was thinking of the party we had gone to before all this happened and how much fun Henry and I had on the dancefloor before I realized my feelings for him. I also traveled back to the part where I helped him fall asleep when he thought my idea was stupid.

"Dylan, come on. You really have to eat, please." Jaxton said from behind him. Jaxton, Raven and Dominic were in the room and had been trying to reason with me to eat, I know I fainted but I'm fine. I wasn't hungry, I had no appetite for food at all.

"I'm not hungry." I replied.

"Dylan, you fainted last night. Do you know scary that was to see you on the floor? The doctor also said to make sure you eat and so you have to eat." Raven said.

"I'll eat later, I just need a few minutes, or hours." I muttered.

"Dylan," Dom called. "You promised me you'd eat last night."

"But then I fainted. I didn't say anything about today." I replied.

"Dylan, you're gonna kill yourself." Jaxton said. "You need to take your medications and you need food first."

I stopped replying, they had tried reasoning with me but I said nothing neither did I turn to look at them. They couldn't force me to eat and although the smell of the food kept making all the warms in my belly try to claw their way out, I ignored it all cause I wasn't done blaming myself and I wasn't done crying.

"Please go." I muttered, my voice low.

Raven had walked out, I knew she had started crying which led to her storming out. Jaxton didn't want to leave at all but I don't know what Dominic must have said to him so they left me alone, once the door closed, I hugged the other pillow tight and hid my face in it.

I didn't mean to make them worry, I didn't mean for this to happen but I could definitely take care of myself. I didn't need anyone worrying about me like my mom and entire relatives did back then, it was sickening.

I knew I was extremely weak because I couldn't sit up without feeling like there was water in my brain, my eyes would turn and I'd just lay back, I barely could walk either and so I was just gonna lay on this bed until I stopped feeling sorry for myself.

The door opened again and I let out a small sigh, i knew this was either Jaxton or Dominic coming back to probably say something sweet and calming so I'd eat but that wasn't working, I could also smell the sweet aroma of the food again.

"I told you I wasn't hungry so don't bother trying anything." I said.

"I wasn't gonna ask."

I frowned once I heard that voice and quickly turned, sitting up, standing at the door was my boyfriend holding a tray of food.

"Henry?" My voice was so hoarse, just seeing him made my eyes teary again but then Henry wouldn't be here. I shut my eyes and shook my head. "Oh God, I'm starting to hallucinate. No. You are not gonna make me feel worse than I feel right now." I said and rubbed my forehead.

"Shut up." He said and I opened my eyes slowly and watched him walk over to the bed, my eyes didn't leave him, I studied him. He was actually here. He placed the food on the bed and sat beside me with a little smile.

"Are you...are you really here or is my head messing with me?" I asked as a tear fell from my eye.

He nodded. "I'm here." he said and wiped off my tears. "I drove here as fast as I could when Zach told me about what happened last night. Seriously, Dylan? Starving yourself?"

"I'm fine." I responded.

"You're not."

The tears fell and I wiped them off as I stared at him. "You left." I stated and he looked down. "I admit w-what I did was really wrong and I should have dropped it but...you left me here and went back to Eastwood." My voice became a whisper, my throat tightened as the tears fell. "It hurt."

He looked down in regret and back at me, scooting closer. "I'm sorry, I was mad. I was really mad at you and I needed space, I wasn't...I wasn't thinking right and I left."

"Don't apologize." I told him. "I understand that, and I know what I did was wrong. Hell, if someone did what I did, I'd ask for space too, and probably block them or shit." I said, in between tears.

Henry laughed while I cried.

"Don't break up with me, Henry." I said softly. "But if you want to, please know that I am really sorry."

"Hey, hey. Look at me." He said softly, lifting my jaw up and making me look at him. "I'm not breaking up with you, okay? I'm never leaving you again."

"I'm sorry, for what I did. I'm sorry. I won't even attempt it anymore. I just...I felt you didn't trust me enough to tell me but now you don't have to tell me, I won't ask, I won't be curious."

He smiled and cupped my cheeks. "I'll tell you everything you wanna know." He said softly. "I trust you and I'm really sorry for leaving you here and going to Eastwood, that was a dick move. I'll tell you everything." I nodded. "But first, you need to eat. You should never starve yourself, you know you can't do without food." He smiled.
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"I can." I chuckled softly and smiled, the smile shook again like every other time and I quickly wrapped my arms around him, sobbing on his shoulder. I missed his arms, I missed the way he smelled, the way his body felt against me. I missed hearing his voice and looking at those eyes of his. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"It's okay, Dyl. I'm not going anywhere anymore." He promised while I sobbed like a child.  "Now come on, you really don't have any energy left and from what I was told, you haven't eaten since I left."

I shook my head as I pulled away. "I wasn't hungry."

He snorted. "Lies. What about water?"

I shook my head and his brows knitted angrily. "Don't ever do this, okay? They are all worried and I was worried about you. I am. I almost lost my shit when I heard you fainted last night and I owe Zach a punch for not calling me last night. Don't ever repeat this, okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Okay."

He pulled the tray closer to him. "Good. You shouldn't be eating bacon and eggs." He said as he looked at the food. "You should be eating a bowl of chicken or about four hamburgers," I laughed, it hurt my throat a bit but I didn't mind. "So, after this, I'll take you to eat what you want when you gain a little strength." He said with a smile and held poked the bacon and eggs with the fork and brought it close to my mouth with a smile. "Eat."

I placed my hand on his cheek. "You haven't slept, have you?" I asked after studying his face for a short while.

He smiled a little. "It's...been a bit hard when you're not on the same bed with me and my mind's been elsewhere but I'm here now. So...eat. Open up." He said with raised brows.  I knew it was my fault that he had been unable to sleep since he left, how could he? I also found it hard to sleep and barely slept for even four hours because I was worried about him.

I opened my mouth slowly and he gently dived the food into my mouth and once he did, the tears fell immediately.

"No. No crying. Okay?" He said and wiped off my tears.

I nodded and wiped them off. "No crying."

"Are you mad at me?" He asked and I let out an unbelievable scoff.

"I should be asking that."

"Dyl, are you mad at me?" He asked again and I bit my bottom lip before nodding.

"Yeah, I am a little." I mumbled.

"How about once we are done and I tell you everything then we can cuddle, will you forgive me then?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

He smiled and brought up the fork close to my mouth again, loaded with food. "Okay then, it's a deal."

I opened my mouth and ate, I let him feed me and didn't take my eyes off him. He even cracked some jokes about how I was slowly turning into a zombie and made me laugh from time to time.

I was okay.

***

Henry's P.O.V

"You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, Henry." Dylan said as he hugged his knees and placed a pillow on them.

I shook my head. "It's fine. I mean, I can't hide this for long from you, can I?"

He said nothing and just stared at me, Dylan was sitting across me on the bed, I had decided to tell me about the accident that happened a long time ago. I had gotten extremely mad at him that I didn't think and I had left him the next morning out of anger. I had promised him I would never do that and I did. I couldn't get the image of him staring at me when I pushed him to the ground out of my mind, I had felt so much regret but I was angry. I wanted to call him but I was angry and didn't. I just needed space from him when I could have spoken to him about it and when Zach told me about everything this morning, I lost it. I left home immediately with the same unpacked bag and drove straight to this place, he didn't look as happy as he did. He looked different, I hated that I had reaped out the happiness out of him like I did months ago. I hated that I made him look miserable and left him here to cry out his eyes without saying any word to him.

He knew half of the story, so I had to tell him everything. There was no need to hide the truth from him, he was gonna see me differently but I didn't care now. I loved him. I love him. I was just so furious and worried that he'd hate me if he found out about what happened that I didn't think and did something that could make him hate me.

He needed to know.

"I was five, we were returning from a carnival," I began as I looked down at my hands. "I was playing a game on my iPad and my parents were discussing about something, more like arguing and mom was so sad, she had been crying stylishly over it and their voices grew louder. I knew they were talking about Mary, I had heard them mention her name often whenever they argued." I bit my bottom lip. "Um, Dad was yelling about something to her and I hated how sad my mom looked cause she was always smiling and seeing her upset made me....made me so mad. I...I wanted Dad to stop speaking to her in such a tone and stop making her upset and so I kicked his seat over and over and told him to stop making my mom cry." I shut my eyes and swallowed hard before looking at Dylan who listened attentively. "He turned to me and told me to behave myself, I yelled at him and he yelled back, scolding me angrily. Mom yelled at him to not pass his aggression at me and leave me alone," I chuckled sadly. "He told her she was spoiling me and I was becoming a brat because of it and another argument started and it pissed me off. I hated how they argued continuously thesedays."  I paused. "I undid my seatbelt like the brat i was," I looked back at my hands, chuckling bitterly.

"I launched at him from behind and told him to stop, mom yelled at me to sit down and Dad angrily turned to me and yelled so bad that I sat back down, he was so angry at me that he wasn't looking." I smiled forcedly. "Because of me, he wasn't looking at the road. Because of me, he wasn't focused. The next thing I heard was my mom yelling for him to watch out and then he turned and tried to gain control of the wheels and not hit the car approaching us, he did avoid hitting the car but.....but he couldn't avoid hitting the truck coming for us," I swallowed hard as I remembered how he struggled to get hold of the car and how mom's screams filled the car. I could feel my stomach tighten and I clenched my fists, I didn't want to remember but who am I kidding if I say I don't remember this everyday? I only get peace and forget when he's here. 

"The car flipped so many times, it frightened me. I remember being so scared and...hurt, mom tried to reach for me cause I didn't have my seatbelt on. I got scared the more cause of the fear I saw in her eyes, she was never scared. She smiled at me and told me it was gonna be fine and I believed her. I was fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in my mouth but I couldn't figure out what it was. The earthquake stopped and my head bounced against the glass and I became unconsciously. I felt the aching and the cracks in my bones. I felt dead. All I saw that moment before i passed out was a white light." I muttered. "I woke up in a hospital and I found out everything had changed. " I chuckled. "I got all the bad news. My father died a week later because I was being a brat but I never got to even see him that week cause I was stupidly unconscious." I said angrily, balling my fists. I looked up at Dylan. "All I t-tried to do was have my mom's back and I...I made everything worse, I am a killer."

Dylan shook his head as tears fell from his eyes, he reached for me and pulled me into a hug, placing my head on his chest while he held me tight. "No. You are not a murderer, okay? You w-were a kid and you were...you were only trying to protect your mother. It wasn't you fault. It isn't."

I chuckled. "When a cop asked me what happened and I told her all about it, you know what she said? I heard her tell the other cop it was my fault." I said and Dylan pulled back, frowning.

"What?"

"Her words were 'it's the kid's fault'. How do I forget that?"

"No. No, hey." He cupped my cheeks. "She's a fucking stupid shitbag, you're not to be blamed. You did nothing, okay? Hell, you were a brave five year old boy who turned out to be an incredible young man. Yes, man." He said and I smiled. "It wasn't your fault. Your mom would be so proud of the man you are." I shook my head and looked down. "I'm serious, she will be."

"And what about my father?" I asked looking up at him. "He died h-hating me. There's nothing worse than that."

"No." He shook his head again. "Your father didn't hate you. He was only angry at that moment. He didn't hate you." He said and caressed my cheek. "You have to forgive yourself, Henry. You have to tell yourself that what happened wasn't your fault. It is the only way you're gonna be free of this torment you have bestowed upon yourself." He made me look up at him and he smiled with those sad eyes. "It's not your fault, okay? Don't blame yourself."

I had the urge to cry but I stopped myself from doing so and I'm sure he saw it.

"You know it's okay to cry right?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I promised myself I wouldn't cry."

He said nothing and just hugged me, holding me against his chest and I just held him tight, shutting my eyes and living in that horrible moment one more time.

***

Dylan's P.O.V

Henry and I laid on the bed in silence for thirty minutes, my head against his chest and my arm wrapped around him. I could understand his pain and why he blamed himself but he needed to understand that it wasn't his fault what happened, but how was I gonna convince him?

"Tell me about her." I said softly.

"Hm?"

I looked up at him. "Your mom."

He smiled. "She's perfect. Her smile. Her eyes. Her laughter, it's actually as bright as yours." He said and I smiled. "She's the greatest cook in the world and she always knew what to do whenever I was mad or sad. She had the greatest vocals and would sing to me almost all the time. She could sing, she could also dance. She would dance in the kitchen and dance with me every time. She understood me. She was my best friend." His trailed off and then chuckled softly. "There was one time she was teaching me how to make cupcakes and while she made them I kept eating them and she caught me," he laughed. "And she chased me round the house and we actually ended up eating the whole thing and forgot to keep for dad. He was so pissed." He said while laughing and I grinned.

"She sounds really amazing."

"She was." He said as he caressed my arm. "The most beautiful woman on earth."

"There is...there is something I don't understand."

"Ask me."

I looked up at him. "If your father married your mom first then how is Daniel...older?"

"My parents were married for five years with no child, I arrived late. Dad spent a night with Mary and she had a child for him, she was his mistress and that explains it. They were also in his will so that's why they live with me."

I wanted to ask him why he hated Mary to much since he grew up with her but I didn't know how to ask him that and decided to keep to myself.

"Mary was the cause of my family being broken, of the arguments that went on between my parents." He said as if reading my mind. "I was just a kid but I knew they loved each other. Mom was heartbroken when she knew about Mary and Daniel and she'd cry all night, it was all Mary. How could I not hate her. She was also the reason they were arguing in the car that very day. How can I not hate the woman who divided my family?" I could hear the hatred in his voice and his eyes had darkened when he said that as if seeing himself strangle Mary.

I swallowed and said nothing, laying my head back on his chest. I didn't want to get him angry by saying, it wasn't her fault. I didn't want to end up saying the wrong thing so I just shut up.

"My mom would have loved you." He said out of the blue.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know her. She would have said to me," he lifted my jaw up so I'd look at him. "This boy is so beautiful, don't break his heart or I'll break your teeth."

I laughed. "Sounds more like my mom, except she'll break your dick and bones."

He laughed. "I know, I just thought of her." He grinned. "She's like a second mom to me. She makes me miss my mom less but then she also reminds me of what having a mom now would have been like so I just end up missing her and not missing her. Make sense?"

I nodded. "A lot."

He sighed and pulled me closer to him, holding me tight. "I'm sorry for leaving you, Dyl. Don't leave me alone." He said and kissed my forehead.

I shook my head. "I would never." I replied. "There's no Henry without Dylan and there's no Dylan without Henry. That's why we're Denry, we complete each other."

"So you're sticking to that ship name." He chuckled.

"I couldn't help it." I giggled.

"God, I missed you." He said and kissed my head severally. "I spoke to your mother in Eastwood."

"Oh."

"Ran into her, and she already knew. She said not to take all my anger out on you but on her, and that you haven't been answering her calls."

"For a good reason." I said, coldly.

"She kept apologizing and told me you told her to stop and you wanted me to tell you when I was ready, but she got carried away and kept asking. She begged that it was her fault and we were both suffering for it."

I swallowed. "She can't take all the blame." I muttered. "I'm also to blame."

"I should have believed you when you told me that. I was just....betrayed."

"I felt hurt that you knew my dark secrets and the parts of me I was ashamed of, but I knew nothing except what presented to me, and that made me worried and also paranoid. And then there was that part that also wanted to help you, but I couldn't if I didn't know the root of the problem. I'm sorry, I should have waited."

"It's okay, baby." He kissed my hand. "I understand you too, and that's why I'm sorry for lashing out at you like that. I thought that part of me was gone. The angry asshole. But I scared you, and that is toxic."

"It is toxic." I muttered.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Work on ourselves."

"Right." He kissed my hand again. "

I smiled. My boyfriend was happy, he had told me the saddest chapter of his life and he didn't cry. It made me worry because it made me realize he was holding on to that memory, blaming himself but I was glad I was able to make him laugh despite all these.

"Did you see a therapist...after....it happened? Did you tell anyone about your nightmares?"

He shook his head slowly. "They couldn't help. They didn't understand and just wanted to prescribe stupid drugs and just never wanted to listen so I didn't say anything to them. After what that cop said, how could I even tell anyone?"

"She's stupid."

He chuckled. "Maybe."

"Not maybe, she's really a fucking dipshit who shouldn't even have a job like that if she's gonna scar children, like what the fuck?"

"Let's forget about it, babe." He said with a little smile and I decided not to ask anymore.

I thought about Henry and how much he had suffered because he tried to stand up for his mother and how it had resulted to him becoming an orphan.

My eyes went straight to the guitar in the room and I realized I had not heard him play before. I sat up and looked at my boyfriend. "How come I have never heard you play the guitar you carry around?"

"I...I don't play anymore."

I laughed. "Do I look stupid to you?"

"Sometimes." He said with a smile.

I smacked his arm and he chuckled. "Come on, play me something."

"Dylan," he sighed.

"Please. You owe me."

"How do I owe you?"

"You left me here, and the only way you're gonna make up for that is if you play a song for me. Well, one of the ways." I shrugged.

"You're not gonna let that go, are you?"

"I wouldn't dare." I gasped.

He shook his head. "Mean ass. I'm not playing or singing at all, Dylan. I'll so it some other time."

"Nuh uh. Come on, Henry. Please. I'll even sing with you if that's what you want."

He sat up. "Please let this go."

I pouted. "Please."

He stared at me for a long time before sighing and groaning. "Fine. But you sing with me."

I nodded. "I will."

He stood up and picked up his guitar which was placed close to the wardrobe. "You're lucky you're damn cute but this is a one time thing." He said as he walked back to the bed and sat across me, his fingers found its way to the strings and he looked at me with those green eyes. "I'm gonna sing a song we both know."

I nodded and crossed my legs, facing him. "Okay."

He chuckled softly once he looked at me before looking back at the guitar and then he played. Once I heard the tone, I already knew what song it was and I became astonished. He was playing 'Human' by Christina Perri and it made me wonder how he was gonna pitch the song like she did, how was he even gonna sing it? But who was I to say anything now, I'll just be Simon afterwards and laugh at his face if something goes wrong.

But then he sang,

"I can hold my breath,
I can bite my tongue,
I can stay away for days, if that's what you want.
Be your number one.
I can fake a smile." 

Hearing Henry sing the first verse so calmly and perfectly made me realize that God works in mysterious ways. My boyfriend could actually sing, he actually had vocals for singing? Henry. Could sing. He didn't just carry the guitar for the sake of carrying one. He knew how to play it and could sing as well.

He stopped and looked at me with arched brows. "You're supposed to sing with me."

I blinked severally. "I'm...I'm sorry but when your boyfriend opens his mouth and sings like the Greek god of music, Apollo. What am I supposed to do? Yes. Stare. I...I mean, you have to keep singing, I'll just come in during the c-chrous."

He shook his head at me and continued making my jaw drop as I listened to him cover the song in a much better way and as he got closer to the chorus, he looked back at me and I nodded and joined him in singing the chorus and even though I was extremely shocked that Henry could actually pitch that 'human' part without sounding like spongebob's best friend or like someone who swallowed a battery, I still continued so he wouldn't stop. I was so damn impressed and the fact that my very boyfriend knew how to sing was a plus for me. He was gonna be doing a lot of singing and he doesn't even know it.

While I sang exactly as Christina did, Henry didn't and actually harmonized the song making it sound like something on YouTube and making Christina's version sound like trash. I still love her though, it's just the truth. Hearing him sing made me smile while I sang as well, I kept pitching the chorus and I loved how he changed it all and did this thing like Anne Kendrick did in that pitch perfect movie with Snoop's Dogg wack song in the studio, not that I sounded anything like snoop did at that moment. That would be disrespectful.

I was much better.

Henry smiled as he played his guitar and sang along with me and I found myself smiling the more as we both sang and slowly came to the end where he left me to pitch that high note and I let him do his whole pitch perfect backup thingy before stopping finally and let him pitch and sing the last part with a big smile on my face.

When he was done, he placed the guitar beside him and looked at me with a smile. "So? You still wanna laugh?"

"I...I wasn't gonna laugh."

He snorted. "I could read your face, you were waiting for me to go off so you'd laugh or thought I was gonna sound like some character from that spongebob cartoon."

"Whaaat? No." I huffed.

He gave me a long look and I sighed. "I mean...it wasn't that way. Not just any character, one of the top." I corrected and he smiled. "You sound amazing, you are legit....a full package. Damn, how many talents do you have?"

He grinned. "My mom was my mentor, her favorite instruments were the piano and guitar."

"You suddenly seem more attractive right now." I admitted.

He smirked. "Does that mean you want to?..."

I nodded. "Yes so please take off your clothes right now."

***

"Dylan!!!" Jaxton exclaimed once he saw me walk down the stairs with Henry in changed clothes of course. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. "Oh thank God."

"I'm okay, Jaxton." I chuckled.

Jaxton pulled away and smiled at me. "You look healthier."

"Ha, can you guess?" I smirked.

"We all heard." Dominic said as he made his way to us.

"Oh, I should be more quiet then." I said and then snorted. "Yeah, can't happen."

"I'm glad you feel better." Dominic said with a smile.

"Thank you for your help yesterday, Dom. I appreciate it." I smiled back at him.

"Anything for you." He said as he threw a hand around Jaxton's shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Okay, where's Raven?"

"Here." She said as she ran into the house from outside and at me, hugging me tight. "Hi, baby."

I wrapped my arms around her. "Hey, killer frost."

"How'd you feel?"

"Better." I said as I pulled away. "I apologize for making you all worry." I said and just then Zach came into the house.

"What matters is you're okay." Jaxton said.

"Call your mom, she's worried as fuck." Raven said and I nodded.

"I will." I smiled. Henry had already left my side and was sitting on the counter.

"Thank God he came back." Raven said referring to Henry.

"Yeah, I'm glad he did return." I smiled. "Well, Henry's treating me to a lot of food and so, I have to go." I said and walked over to Henry, sitting beside him.

"Tell me." He said and I looked at him with a frown.

"Tell you what?"

"You have a mad house up there and you're thinking of something so," he looked at me. "Spill."

I hated how he did that, he could tell when I was thinking about something. He was good at this.

"It's your best friend and mine."

He sighed. "Dylan, let it go."

"I caught them hugging yesterday."

He frowned. "Hmm?"

I nodded. "They actually hugged for a while in the kitchen. I had come down to get a glass of water at that moment but I ended up seeing them in each other's arms and it so didn't look like a family hug or friend's kind. Trust me, I'd know." I said and turned to looked at them. "Those two are getting too close. They have something going on."

"What's gonna happen if your suspicions are right?" Henry asked as he turned to also look at them.

I cocked a brow slowly. "I'll burn them both alive." I said as I stared at the four of them talk.

***

"Henry! I'm full!" I complained. "I can't eat anything anymore."

"You still have one more burger to eat." He retorted.

Henry and I were at the diner Amber Rose's father owned and he so wasn't kidding when he said he was gonna get me four burgers. I had eaten my third burger and felt like I was pregnant, I really couldn't eat anymore but Henry was so concerned and didn't care and wanted me to keep eating.

"No. I'm not eating that. I feel pregnant!" I yelled at him.

"Babe, you're overreacting."

"I'm not." I said and rubbed my stomach. "I really can't eat anymore." I groaned.

"Just one more burger babe." He said picking it up and holding it close to my mouth.

I let out a small cry. "I'm gonna get fat."

"You can't get fat and even if you do, I wouldn't care." He said with a little frown.

"How about we just take that one burger home and I'll eat it later. That sounds so much better, doesn't it? Yeah? Okay." I said and began leaving the booth.

"Dylan!" He called sternly and I let out a small sigh, sitting back and giving him a blank stare. "Don't make me force you to eat this."

"I will throw up if I keep eating."

"No you won't. You eat like you've got a bottomless pit for a stomach."

I smacked his arm. "Oh so now you're insulting me."

"I wasn't." He chuckled slightly.

"You were. You actually did and I am so mad to the point that I will not eat that burger."

"Nice try babe." He said, cocking his brows.

"Just have it packaged. We'll take it home and we'll eat it while binge watching How I Met Your Mother or whatever we find on Netflix. How's that?"

"Okay, I won't force you to eat this. I'll get it packed."

"You've been forcing me to for the past five minutes."

"Keep talking and I'll have you eat."

I said nothing and just glared at him, he smirked and kissed me. "Good big." He said and stood up, before walking to the counter.

Few seconds later, someone was sitting at the same place Henry sat and was smiling at me richly.
"Hello, Dylan."

I grinned. "Bree, hey."

She was putting on a black turtle neck with no sleeves and blue mini shorts, she grinned and dropped her smoothie on the table.

"How are you?"

"I'm great, how are you and...Rose?"

"I'm good and so is Rose. She's at the back right now. Haven't heard or seen you in days."

"Yeah, I've been...sick but I'm fine now." I smiled.

"Oh, thank God. You do look a like you haven't been kinda sleeping."

"Bree, I'm okay. Seriously. I've got Henry back now."

"Oh, so there was trouble in paradise."

I nodded. "Yeah, kinda."

"Well I'm glad it's all sorted." She grinned.

"Thank you so much, B." I beamed and looked at Henry for a few seconds before looking back at Bree. "Can I...ask you for a favor?"

Bree nodded. "Okay,"

"I wanna take...Henry on a date. I don't really know Westbrick so well, so could you maybe show me around? I mean, I don't wanna wait till we get back to Eastwood anymore before I do it. I need to tell him, to tell him that I love him." I smiled.

"Of course, I'd love to help you. I'd show you around and you'll love all the places, trust me." She grinned. "You figured it out huh?"

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I did. I want him to know how I do feel about him and I just don't wanna tell him blankly. I want it to be special."

"Well, Dylan. You came to the right person." She said and flipped her hair backwards making me laugh.

"Thank you so much, I'll text you. I don't want him suspecting that I'm taking him out on a date so it's gonna be on low profile and you can't text me about it. We gotta have like a code kinda question to know if I'm the one present at that moment."

She nodded. "Sure. You call me and we'll sort that out because we can't now, seeing your boyfriend is walking over here right now." She ranted and smiled, looking up. "Hi."

"Hey." Henry spoke my beside me.

"I was just asking Dylan about you right now. Well, I will leave you two now and go have a conversation with Rose's dad." She said as she stood up. "Call me." She said and winked at me.

I nodded with a smile. "Bye." I said as she walked away.

"She seems nice." Henry said as he stood in front of me.

"She is and you know it." I said as I looked up at him.

"Well, we should go now. We have one more stop to make."

"Where are we going?!" I whined in a chidlike manner.

"You'll know when you get there."

"Help me up. I feel so heavy." I said and placed my head on the table.

Henry sighed and helped me stand up, before I could walk he quickly lifted me up and my jaw dropped.

"Henry!" I whisper yelled as people instantly stared.

"I'm only helping my pregnant boyfriend." He said as he carried me out.

"Bye, Persephone." Rose said out.

I waved as we walked out the doors.

***

Henry and I got home late that night, he had gotten me lots of candies and we stayed at the beach staring at the waves while we talked for hours until we lost track of time.

It was past ten when we got back to the lodge, Dominic and Jaxton were up in their room probably sleeping or having sex or whatever. Raven as well was nowhere to be found while Zach sat in the kitchen eating brownies made by Jaxton definitely. Henry and Zach talked for a few minutes before Henry walked to me while I laid on the couch tiredly.

"I'm gonna go shower, I'll wait for you." He said and kissed me before walking up the stairs.

I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water, opening and taking a long sip.

"So, I see you both made up." Zach said and I just nodded. "I'm glad you both did."

"Yeah." I muttered.

"He tell you about...?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know about the accident and his parents." Of course Zach also knew, I could have just manipulated him from the beginning into telling me. "He told me everything and we settled it." I said as I walked past him and headed for the stairs.

"He tell you about his mom?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes." I answered as I walked.

"So, did you convince him?" Zach asked and I turned to him with a frown.

"What do I need to convince him to do?" I asked blankly.

"Exactly what he has to."

My brows knitted in confusion. "Huh?"

"Dude, you're kidding. You're not....gonna try to convince him at all?" He frowned.

"Listen Zach, if you have something to say then say it. I already tried my best and I don't wanna offend him."

He huffed in disbelief. "Seriously? That sounds fucking stupid."

My brows shot up. "Excuse me?"

"He hasn't seen his mom in three years, Dylan!! Three years. You still have to try and convince him to go see his mom because if we couldn't do it then you can. You're like the only one who can make him go see her in that mental hospital. That's actually the best thing you could do for him as his boyfriend right now." I could hear the anger in his voice but I wasn't focused on that.

My heart had skipped a beat, he wasn't saying what I think he was saying, was he? It can't be. My eyes widen in shock as I stared at him, totally speechless.

I blinked. "His...His mom is alive?" I asked in a shaky voice, almost as low as a whisper.

Zach frowned and then his eyes widen in realization. His mouth opened as he stood still before speaking. "Oh, shit!"

Author's Note.

Shocker!!

Well then. You all might think you know me so well but babies you don't and if you think you can predict anything this book, I'm always there to prove you wrong. 😂

So, I've been a little depressed for the past few days which might result to the chapter seeming a bit.....emotionless especially Henry's part, not having so much emotions. It's because I kept feeling everything and then nothing and I couldn't get that part right so maybe in the future I might change that scene and inform you guys.

Billie Eilish is an icon. I thank her for helping me with this chapter. Her music is divine and her voice is amazing.

I wanna thank everyone who slid into my DM to check up on me and to those who sent me messages and made me feel good about my book, telling me how much they could relate to Bad Cupid even though I end up putting tons of dramas in this book, I also do still try to make it relatable and I thank everyone reader.

My author's note doesn't have life like the rest of my chapters do but maybe during the next chapter I'll be okay and everything will be back to normal.

Thank you guys so much for your comments and your love. You guys make me happy and it's nice to know that my readers are just as horrible and graphic as I am. That right there is goals. I love you guys so much....and now I'm craving nutella. I'm gonna go, see you during the next chapter. 😰💜

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