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Dylan puffed out smoke from his nostrils as he sat in his bedroom. He was holding a glass of wine in the other hand.

He sipped his wine and dropped the glass on top of the table, he picked up his phone and dialed Harley's number.

"Hey, who's this?." Harley's voice rang from the other end.

"Is this how to talk to your big brother, Harley?" He asked. There was a pause,

"Dylan…" She called, in a more serious tone. "What do you want?. If you know what is good for you, let Kathleen go. What has the poor girl done to you?"

Dylan feigned a yawn and rolled his eyes. "Just breathe, Hay. I want you to answer a question,"

A silence occurred between them.

"What do you want to ask me?"

Dylan hesitated. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He was confused.

"What happened between you and Natalie?" He threw out the question. There was a pause, Natalie was a bitch. She always hated Natalie, and never liked her. After all she did to her? After... Her cheeks burned, and hot tears streamed dow