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Emma walked after Dylan to the Bates' kitchen. She felt really tired after all these events. Her only wish was go to the bed, bundle up in blankets and sleep for one whole day. Away from everyone and everything. But she immediately felt ashamed when she realized what she was thinking about given the situation. She looked at Dylan. He was turned away from her, getting water to kettle for her tea - he already had filled his glass with Jack Daniel's. As he could feel her sight on him, he turned to her with a little smile and raised his glass as if to make a toast. After that, he drank all of its contents. Emma waited. She knew that he would start when he wanted to. She grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Want some?" he asked her and tapped on the bottle of whiskey. She hesitated - she hadn't drank since that night at beach with Gunner. So it was obvious that she was scared a little bit. But what the hell, if this wasn't that kind of situation when people should drink then when?

"Yes, pour me some, please."

Dylan raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He didn't think that Emma drank alcohol, he asked just because he wanted to be polite. After all this time he knew her, he had never seen her drunk. Suddenly, he remembered that Gunner had told him an interesting story.

"I didn't know you drink. Well, Gunner told me that he had been with you at the beach last summer and-"

"That was a mistake! I was drunk for the first time and it didn't go well. I'm not going to drink like that anymore." She wasn't sure why she interrupted him and gave this speech, but she felt awkward immediately. She didn't want to make him think that she is some alcoholic who goes to parties and vomits there. And that she spends time with Gunner, not at all.

To her surprise, Dylan burst out laughing. It was a genuine, warm and real laugh. And she realized that this was the first time she had ever heard him laugh.

"It's okay, Em. You don't have to explain, I remember the first time I got drunk. I was 14 and me and my friends bought some bottles of beer from some older boys at school. It felt good, but the next morning I was like 'somebody kill me please.'

Emma was laughing too, as she could only imagine how 14-year-old Dylan drinking all of those beers and being sick as hell the next day .

"Your mom was probably mad, wasn't she?" she said, still laughing, but a moment after, she cursed herself for the second time that she didn't shut up. Dylan's smile disappeared.

"I already didn't live with her at that time. It was one of the reasons why I was drinking."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

The plight was interrupted, as the kettle started to whistle. Dylan took it off and poured her tea. He gave her a cup of tea first and then a glass with whiskey.

"Thank you," she said softly, as she wasn't sure if he was mad for reminding him of Norma. Dylan took off his leather jacket, put it over chair and sat down, opposite Emma.

"She has always been like this. Unpredictable and a little bit crazy. But tonight, it was the worst that I've ever been through. Although, this time I can blame only myself, I guess," he stated and played with his empty glass. He reached for the bottle and refilled it almost to the brim.

"What really happened tonight?" Emma took all of her courage and asked. She then swallowed down half her whiskey, as she was afraid that courage would have disappear.

"I told her about Caleb. That he is staying at my farm and that he wants-" Dylan suddenly stopped.

He doesn't know that I know who Caleb really is, Emma thought.

"You know," he started to continue hesitantly, "Caleb and Norma…well they are having some issues. Caleb just wants to apologize. Norman supported me, but she didn't even listen. She just went upstairs, packed her things and the rest of it you saw for yourself."

"I'm really sorry, Dylan. It's terrible how she left you guys alone." She reached her hand across the table and gently touched his forearm. He laughed again, but there was no joy this time. She flinched and removed her hand as she watched him drink a lot again.

"Whatever. I'm used to living without her and I don't mind. But I'm really worried about Norman. He loves her... He is almost addicted to her."

"Norman can handle it, he has you. And I don't think that Norma would leave him forever. Not even you. You are her sons. And don't feel guilty, Dylan, it's not your fault." She already felt alcohol running through her veins.

"Yes it is. It's always my fault. I am the one huge mistake" he cried out, with genuine bitterness and spilled the rest of drink on the floor. Emma took fright and Dylan suddenly stood up. Just one look and it was clear to her that he was fighting down tears. Before she was able to say a thing, he continued:

"Norma hates me, Emma. She hates me because every single day when she looks at me it reminds her of the worst part of her life. Screw it, I'm gonna tell you the truth: Caleb raped her continuously during her childhood and teen years and I'm the result. Her son and nephew in one person and that's me, Dylan Massett, a man who never should have been born!"

Emma couldn't take it anymore and jumped on her feet, too.

"That's not true Dylan! Norma loves you I know she does. That awful things Caleb did have nothing to do with you. You are not a mistake. Not to me." He looked at her and she saw in his eyes astonishment, confusion and also….tenderness?

In that moment, someone knocked on the door.