Dreco 2 (From Street Corners to CEO)

Chapter one

Dylan

I sat in the stables waiting for Devyn to text me, but she didn’t. I knew she had made it to her room by now. I looked at my phone again thinking I may have missed the text but still nothing.

After hanging around for fifteen minutes, I sent her a text…

What’s going on? Did you forget about me?

No response. After a few more minutes, I finally decided to head out. I had just hopped on my scooter when Devyn appeared in the doorway. She had tears running down her face and that immediately concerned me.

I dropped my scooter and rushed over to her. It took her several minutes to respond and when she did… my whole world crashed.

“My daddy…” She sobbed. “He… he… he’s sending… me… to Switzerland…”

The fuck did she just say!

“What?” I asked.

“He’s sending me away DYLAN!!”

“What are you talking about Dev?” I asked.

The question came out sharper than I intended, bouncing off the wooden walls of the stables. She was crying so hard that all I could do was wrap my arms around her.

She finally calmed down long enough for me to release her. I couldn’t believe she said that her dad had decided to send her to Switzerland. I wonder what changed his mind.

The last thing I heard was that everything had been put on pause. “Switzerland?” I repeated.

Devyn nodded as I stared at her for several seconds. I was waiting for her to tell me that she was joking or that she misunderstood something. Waiting for anything that made this make sense.

Instead, more tears rolled down her cheeks as my stomach dropped.

“Hold up,” I said, barely able to breathe. “I thought… I thought…”

“Yeah. I thought that too until he said it,” she cried.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. He just said I’m leaving next week.”

“Next week?” I asked.

She nodded. The realization hit me like a truck going a hundred miles per hour. She wasn’t leaving next month or even later this year. She was being shipped off to some boarding school next week… in seven fucking days.

Now I really couldn’t breathe.

“No.” The word slipped out before I could stop it.

“Dylan…”

“Nah.” I shook my head harder. “He told you he was thinking about it.”

“I know.”

“He said he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.”

“I know,” she agreed quietly.

“Then how the hell are you leaving next week?” I asked.

Her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I went back in the house and saw him and Tara in the living room. He said he wanted to talk to me and that’s when he told me I was leaving next week.”

“But how can he just say you have to leave like that? Doesn’t he have to enroll you or something?”

“He did Dylan. He said the papers are already signed,” she informed me with a frown.

Everything inside me froze after she said that. She didn’t mention an application or some stupid forms. She said he signed the papers, meaning the decision had already been made and they didn’t care what she wanted, thought or how she felt. This shit was actually going to happen.

“He did what?”

“He signed the papers to enroll me in that school.”

I immediately stood up from the hay bale that I was sitting on. It scraped against the floor as I pushed away from it. Anger started burning through my chest so fast it caught me off guard.

“He knows you don’t wanna go?!”

“Yes, he knows.”

“And he signed the fucking papers anyway?” I asked.

She nodded and lowered her head. That answer pissed me off more than anything else because Devyn wasn’t like other spoiled rich girls. She didn’t throw tantrums, curse, or swing at shit when she was angry or frustrated. She was just hurt.

And somehow that wasn’t enough to make her dad change his mind.

“Fuck this shit!” I stated angrily.

“What? Where are you going?” Devyn asked with a concerned expression.

“I’m finna go talk to his ass!” I replied.

Her head shot up. “No!” Devyn yelled. No Dylan! You can’t!”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Dylan, just don’t,” she begged.

“He’s trippin’ Dev,” I said. “And he needs to know that shit.”

“You can’t confront my dad,” Devyn said.

“Why not? I ain’t scared of his ass!”

“It’ll only make things worse if you do that,” she said sadly.

“Can it get any worse?” I asked. “Seriously Dev, he can’t just send you across the fucking world by yourself! You don’t even know anybody in Switzerland!”

“I know!” she cried.

The tears started falling harder and for the first time, I stopped seeing Switzerland, Caine, or the situation. And started seeing her. Devyn looked terrified. Not angry or frustrated like me but scared.

Like her entire life was being ripped away from her and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

“I just need you to hold me,” she said. “Can you do that for me?”

“You didn’t even have to ask me,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.