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Chapter Six

Dylan sat on the bed flicking channels. Late night TV, he concluded as he finally turned it off, was, if possible, worse than daytime. Contenting himself in the stillness and quietness of the room and hotel at 1.30 am, he couldn't help himself but think about her. She had told him he hadn't changed; only that he'd grown up.

The dim light from the bedside light glowed throughout the room, and as he continued to lie on his bed thinking about her, he started to think about Christopher. There was a familiarity about him that was off putting for Dylan. At first he had put it down to it being simply seeing Brenda within the boy, but the longer he thought about it, the familiarity became awful, and thoughts crossed his mind.

He was well aware of the fact that he hadn't seen Brenda in over ten years, but when they'd ended things, and he'd left London, it wasn't as though they had been pulling apart before hand. Hell, they'd been to Venice and Florence a few weeks previously, perusing the streets and stalls, being the couple they had meant to be, finally and rightly so, or so it seemed in Dylan's mind. It was almost like they were back in High School, running and giggling and hugging each other. He remembered the nights they had spent in each other's embrace, how much love they had shared for those wonderful months.

But then they returned to London and had that ridiculous argument about repainting the apartment, and they fell apart. He had tried staying in London after they broke up, but everywhere he went, she would be. He returned to Beverly Hills, and too all the temptations that came; the drugs, the alcohol, Kelly, and no-one was there to save him.

He jumped to his feet and walked out the open doors and past the billowing curtains, to the balcony, and couldn't help but stare out at the capital city. He could see the Whitehouse, blazing with light and standing out from the darkness surrounding it; the Pentagon also, and modern buildings that reached into the sky, all lights blazing.

He'd always believed that New York was the greatest city by night, and looking out at his surroundings, he began to appreciate the apartment he had shared with Kelly. Their apartment was perfect. In one direction they were gazing out at Central Park, and in two opposite directions they had views of downtown Manhattan, and the Empire State Building.

It was as he was thinking about everything that the issue of familiarity with Christopher hit him. He'd learnt that he was 10, and that Brenda was yet to divulge the truth of his paternity. Dylan didn't realise his glass of water was shattering until he felt glass shards embed themselves in his hands.

"Shit!" He exclaimed to himself, dropping the glass on the balcony, and heading inside to the bathroom. With the light on he turned the tap on, washing his hand of the blood, and attempting to remove the glass.

He couldn't believe Brenda! He had left her in London, pregnant, but she didn't even tell him!

He knew Brenda had spent many occasions feeling the effects of broken promises he had made her, but he didn't realise that she could ever keep something like that from him.

"She told me when she was late in High School. Why didn't she tell me this time?" He said to himself, frustrated.

Once he had finished washing his hand, he only felt relief as he observed his scratched fingers and palm, meaning he didn't require a trip to the local hospital, and with that thought, he decided to go to bed.

When he awoke later that morning, his hand, which was aching slightly, led him into the bathroom, and there he pulled out his small supply of pain killers, downed a couple, then splashed his face a few times with some water. I need a beach, and a surfboard he thought to himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

The ringing of the phone was what woke him up from his dreams of huge swells to appear in the land-locked city.

Lazily he walked to the phone and in the most bored and tired voice he could muster, answered it.

"Shit, Dylan, did I wake you up?" Brandon's voice came down the line. With this, Dylan sat down on the bed, and immediately felt like falling asleep again.

"No that I can do on my own." He chuckled. "How did you find out where I was staying?"

Brandon sighed. "Well, if I know you as I do know you, Dylan McKay, you would only be staying in a 5 star hotel. And given I wanted to apologize to you about what happened yesterday, I've been calling every hotel in town all morning." Both men chuckled at this, before Brandon continued.

"Look D, I'm also calling on Brenda's behalf." At this Dylan sat up so quickly it made him dizzy for a few moments. "Except she doesn't know that I'm calling."

"What do you want Brandon?" Dylan groaned holding his head.

"I want you two to talk. Being in the same room as you guys it was hard and I want to ensure that if ever something like this happens again, it's not hard."

Dylan was about to respond when he heard a knock on the door. "Hey B, can I call you back? There's someone at my door and it's probably my breakfast."

Brandon replied in the affirmative and Dylan was on his way to the door. He glanced at his watch and realized that he hadn't ordered his breakfast to arrive this early, but whoever was there knocked again.

"Maybe I ticked the wrong time." Dylan thought to himself before he opened the door. "Brenda?"