Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

TUESDAY.

My parents were home by the time he pulled over in the driveway, or they abandoned their car and stepped out.

Maybe not. The bonnet of the car was creaked open with boxes in it.

What’s going on?

Are they packing? Correction, are we packing?

“Finally, you’re home.”

Mom clamoured, halting my mini-breakdown, she’s happy with a full-on smile, gripping this box in her hand.

Again, what’s new?

Quickly, I reached for the cartoon and peek inside. It’s filled with clothes. That’s confirmation.

We are packing. That’s too soon. My face curves into a frown.

I overlooked Dylan, hands shoved away and propelling his way towards us.

“We’re leaving tomorrow darling, your dad and I are taking a few things over now, we also want to make sure everything’s in places such as the future and the utensils, we might sleepover even but we don’t want to stress you, so we’ll just move your things and a few more tomorrow.”

Mom confessed as dad emerged behind her, holding a box of his own.

I scoffed. This isn’t happening.

“Tomorrow…”

I croaked, nodding slowly.

“Isn’t that so soon? I mean there isn’t any rush is there?”

“Yes, but after the trial and everything, we think it’s time for stability, also the house is finished, so there’s no reason to delay any longer.”

Mum nudged my shoulder, reaching for the box and heading towards the car again.

*No reason at all.*

“I guess so.”

I chuckled outwardly.

“I guess I’ll start packing my things in advance.”

I sighed dejectedly and took off.

Blake appeared to have left the house, there’s no sign of his presence anywhere. No way in hell I can ask Dylan now.

Still, it felt really strange to start packing. Awkward even. My insides are fretting.

I always thought our stay would extend for months, maybe even a year.

I knew we’d leave eventually, but I was just beginning to let my guard down.

It skipped my mind that at the end of the day, this was all temporary.

“Need some help?”

Dylan voiced by the door. I’d been staring at the closet filled with gowns from Mrs Emerton, unsure if to pack them up or not.

“I can manage.”

I answer lowly. I’m not in any mood for OG Dylan, or Dylan 2. 0, whatever version this was.

Still, I heard footsteps walk in and shut the door. I turned and twitched my lips slightly.

“What do you want?”

No answer.

He approached my closet, holding a box up for me.

Is he starting to get bipolar? From the head injury maybe? The band-aid is off, maybe something clicked while ripping it away, he’s been acting off so I would not be so alarmed.

“Camilla…”

I yanked the first gown, taking it off the hanger and crumpling it roughly.

“It’s a little bit don’t you think.”

I tilted my head to gaze. What’s he on about now?

“Dylan!”

I screeched, eyes widening at the object he was currently twirling in his fingers.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I thought you’d be a size…”

“Shut up!”

I fired.

“I don’t even want to hear the end of that sentence. Give me back my…”

I trailed off, squirming slightly.

Why on earth would he pick my bra? Why would I leave it lying around in the first place?

Fuck.

He chortles, visibly enjoying my little breakdown session.

“Now. Give that back. Give it!”

I marched towards him trying to swipe it from his grip, the closer I got, the farther he moved.

“Beg me.”

A gasp escaped from my lips. Wasn’t he just flirting with some girl like ten minutes ago? Ignoring the fuck out of me as well? Now he’s back to teasing and goofing around? I can’t keep up.

“Please give it back.”

I yielded.

“Give you what back?”

He arched his brow making me groan.

“Dylan.”

“Alright, alright.”

He handed it back to me. I growled in annoyance, stuffing it straight into the box.

“You’re leaving.”

He announces, a few feet away from me as though the reality hit him again.

“Dylan…”

My voice comes out weak. I can’t handle this.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

He lets go of the box, which hits the ground and my body instantly reacts, jumping in fright.

“I don’t want you to go.”

I blurt out. I’m reaching now. He’ll just walk away like last time.

“What do you want me to do then? Stand here and watch you leave this house and my life?”

“Dylan, I’m not…”

I pause, sighing loudly.

“I want you to kiss me.”

I said instead, lifting my head to meet his watchful eyes.

“That I can manage.”

His hands move for my neck, encircling one hand around it then tugging me forward and finally, we’re kissing again.

This kiss was different. It felt different. Countless emotions shoved into one slow and meaningful kiss.

I knew what it was. It was a goodbye kiss from Dylan. It was his way of saying goodbye.

Our tongues danced around fighting for dominance, I tried but as always he won. He always wins.

Retreating carefully, we reached the edge of the bed and I fell back.

He broke my fall, wrapping his arm around my neck, hovering over my weight, ducking his head, trailing sweet kisses from my neck to my jawline and back again.

I could only moan and groan out his name as he did. Repeatedly. It’s a good thing my parents are out of the house.

His lips were on my tummy slightly elevating my shirt, but I didn’t mind, I loved it each time the tip of his tongue swerves my belly button, it was like little sparks of fire within me.

Then, he quenched it by pulling away entirely. His eyes were void, hands stuck in his silky hair ruffing it up even more.

“Goodbye Renée.”

He started getting to his feet. And that was it. He walked out on me. Again.

I withdrew into the bed, burying my head into the pillow.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t even sob. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t have the stomach for either. I just laid there feeling more numb than I’ve ever been.

****

WEDNESDAY.

Moving out.

I glanced around the room in the state I met in, closet wide open and empty, bed sheets neatly arranged, no trance of my stuff anywhere.

I boxed them up and my parents were currently taking them downstairs.

I’m almost sure they’re waiting for me, but I’m not ready to leave.

It’s merely nine am, I didn’t leave this room after Dylan’s kiss, I stayed crumbled in a ball and slept off.

In the morning, I finished packing and here we are.

This room is the starting point. In this room, Dylan saw my butt.

I giggle at the distant memory.

In this room, I laughed harder than I ever have. In this very room, I made out with him. Probably for the last time as of yesterday.

The start in this room was bumpy but it got so better.

I have no regrets. I enjoyed every bit of it, now it’s time for goodbye and I can’t seem to leave. I know I must, but it’s tearing me apart.

****

Minutes later, I’m wearing Dylan’s hoodie for comfort. I came with it, only fair I exit with it.

I took one last glance at my room, a sad smile crossing my cheeks, then I shut the door for good, squeezing my eyes hard, forcing the tears back in.

A part of me hoped he was still here, it was nine am, but I hoped he stayed back to say goodbye.

He didn’t.

I strode down the stairs, his parents standing by the door, I don’t want them.

“Goodbye Camilla.”

They chorused, pulling me in a hug.

My water broke. Not the birth kind, the tears kind.

I shook as tears streamed down my cheeks, I broke down totally.

This was home. My home.

****

The new *house* had virtually the same design with little or no difference from the old one.

We commenced with simple things. Mopping and sweeping and then finally hanging up the curtains and rearranging the shelves to our liking.

It has four bedrooms. I got one farthest away from the stairs.

The movers arrived with the appliances left and after two hours, it was starting to look like a *house*

We called it a day at about one pm being tired as hell, I slumped on the sofa in the living room, gazing at the ceiling with the chandelier dangling from the top.

I’m too tired to reach my room, so I simply crash on the sofa, closing my eyes and praying this is a dream. Hoping I wake up back at the Emerton’s.

I’m selfish, but it’s what I want.

This here is weird. This here sucks. I flipped to the other side, squeezing fiercely. This isn’t home. It won’t be home. Not for me. Not for a long time.

****

*Author’s Note*

*Yes I’m back!. I was working on a lot, so updates had to be halted. Big apologies. Drop your thoughts below. Few more chapters before the big show stopper. Anticipate!*