A/N: In between the Slashes are Dylan's thoughts.
Dylan was so light hearted now that Knox liked her again. She was thrilled about this because he was cute and she hated getting shot out of the window.
It was late Friday night over at Knox's house. They had been playing scrabble again. They were both tied 3 games each and they got distracted kissing each other. They loved each other so much and they were cute together.
Nothing could possibly go wrong for Dylan in this relationship. She went into the guest room and lied down on the bed and fell asleep fast......................................
(Few hours later)
She was still asleep but not really at all. It's just when you lie in bed with your eyes closed, trying to fall asleep or trying not to wake up just then. She heard Knox's voice and thought it to be a little bit soothing. But something hit her. She thought to herself. /who is he talking to?/ She then heard something she didn't want to hear.
She couldn't make it out clearly but she knew it was bad. She heard Knox come towards the room. She sprang under the bed. She heard the sound of a gun cock and Knox opened the door and came in to get her.
He stood there surprised. "Dylan?" "Honey, where are you?"
She felt so betrayed by him. /Never ever EVER trust him again/
He called to the other person in the house. "She's escaped." "We have to track her down." He thought for a second.....
Meanwhile Dylan was trying to get out and decided to tie up the blankets and climb down out of the window.
"But wait, she couldn't have gotten out." "She's still in the house."
And with that they went to search the house.
By that time she was safely down the rope and on the ground.
She ran over to his helicopter and put a mine in it and then in his car and any means of transportation for them.
She climbed into her car and started it up. While she was driving away she pushed the detonator for the mines and it all blew up.
Tears filled her eyes all the way home. Betrayed again. She stopped at her house. The door was open. She walked in and in sheer horror everything was broken. All of her things were broken and some of her pictures were burnt.
She grabbed some salvageable clothes from her closet and her very sacred tin that held a picture of her mother and her as a little kid. Also there were pictures of boy friends and friends and letters and poems. Absolutely everything she held dear to her was in this tin.
She had to leave home and find a place to stay. /Natalie or Alex could let me stay over for a while until we get rid of this bad guy/ she thought.
Just as she put her stuff into her car and started it up her house blew up sending her flying backwards. Her face was burnt and her hair was all messed up and wind blown with ashes in it. Her clothes were ripped from her fall.
She didn't cry this time she just walked into the dark of the night with a straight face carrying her tin with her. She stopped over at the next street and buried her tin in somebody's yard. She continued walking on into the darkness.