#dylanrcarter

“I’m a fucking idiot.” Cassie mumbled, squeezing through the front door of Dylan’s home by now. She couldn’t have believed what just happened, how she seemed unbothered by the matter. All of the glass being thrown, unkind vulgarity of words slipping from the folds of Cassie’s tongue, not a single bother or flinch in that moment. Her mind should’ve been clouded with how much Cassie could’ve lost back there, especially when he had threatened to kill her. At one point, she would’ve been fighting and shouting back to never threaten her like that. Now, she had a moment where every ounce of judgment faded away till leaving that toxic environment. She was thankful for Trixie being at a sleepover tonight. She couldn’t dare to look at her daughter after those events. Not even close. Helplessly standing there, the blonde looked at her person with glossy baby blue hues. “I could’ve lost my life about thirty minutes ago,” spoking calmly, catching a glance of Dylan now. “I could’ve got my life taken away because I wanted to help out my niece, stand up to my brother after all of these years. I wanted to do something good for someone who came from the own blood I despise with every fiber.” Pausing, a frustrated sigh from her lips, Cassie couldn’t believe her actions. “I would’ve lost both Trixie and you. I.. can’t. I.. don’t want that.”