Milanas POV

We arrived at a house. It was alone in its surrounded and looked old. Like it was build in Victorian times, like a farm house. It looked negated and run down.

I was Dylan. His face dropped and his breathing sped up.

I grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly

"I'll be here for you, don't forget" I whispered and gave him a slight smile. He looked at me then back to the house.

He then dropped his head and let out soft sobs

I rubbed his back slightly

"You don't have to do this" I whispered. Dylan sniffed

"I have to" he said and lifted his head back up. He wiped his eyes and looked at the house. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the door of the car and pushed it open

I disconnected my hand from his and started to climb out as well.

I walked around to the passenger side where Dylan was still getting out. He was shaking. I knew this place would impact him hard and even bring out his darker side, but I'd try to be there the best I could for him.

I stood next to him and searched around for his hand before grabbing hold of it.

He took a deep breath in then out.

We then took the first step forward. Dylan was squeezing my hand violently and was shaking around.

We then continued to walk further.

Dylan was walking slow but I could tell he was pushing himself toward.

We made it outside his front door and he paused again

"I'm not afraid" I herd him whisper as he began to push the door in slightly

The door opened and instantly Dylan stepped backwards.

I went with him. The door opened up completely and Dylan started to shake around abit, he was moving his head around and breathing deeply. He was trying his hardest to cope.

He then started to walk us forward

We walked inside and I noticed Dylan had shut his eyes. He's breathing vicious. He house did look run down and neglected. Smash glass and photo frames, broken furniture, some brown splatters which I knew too well were from Dylan.

I turned to Dylan and rubbed his hand trying to reassure him that this was all okay.

Dylan's PoV

Go on, prove you can fight me

Milanas PoV

Dylan opened his eyes. Instantly he backed up and threw up all over the floor. Yes this scared him, of course it would scare him, the memories trapped in these walls were vile and Dylan didn't need the reminder.

Not when this is the house that created a monster

I noticed that Dylan still had that stick sticking out of him. Maybe if he started to lose control I could yank it out and remind me

Dylan regained his posture

"I'll show you around" he said, his voice was shaking and he was forcing the words out.

I squeezed his hand and looked up at him

"I'm really proud of you, remember that" I told him, hoping it it would keep that monster inside of him at bay.

If Dylan made it though the house he would be a stronger person, and he'd have defeated some of his fear.

I just needed to make sure he made it and stayed himself and that he doesn't lose control

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