TWELVE
John Vaughn was gone when Dylan arrived and when he saw me crying, he pulled me out of my seat, occupied it and then pulled me into his laps. No questions asked as he rubbed my back. I buried my face in his neck, completely aware that I was staining it and displaying the pathetic habit he had accused me of.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled when my sobs calmed a little.
“Remi, look at me,” He asked but I couldn’t comply. I didn’t want him to remember why he didn’t want me in the first place. “You don’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him,” He said. “Did he say anything?” He asked tentatively.
“Yeah. Something about making it up to me,” I mumbled with a sniffle. It was starting to get uncomfortable sitting there in his arms like it was something we used to do all the
