Chapter 19

(Dylan’s POV)

Picking up another shirt, I examine it properly before tossing it in the bag.

“I don’t need much.” I say out loud, reminding myself not to over-pack. “It’s just for the weekend.”

I have to go home for the weekend…a strict order from Aunt Sylvia I dare not disobey. The more…not so fun part about this is the fact that I can’t even make a rendezvous anywhere. I have to at least get to the house first and register my presence because she’s literally going to keep track of me via phone call, probably to my mom or dad.

Leaving the house after I get there shouldn’t be a problem…if I was there constantly. A place that hasn’t seen me for the better part of the year, even the walls would begin constricting to hold me back in if thoughts of leaving as much as filtered out of my head.

Besides, Layla is at home. Unless we both decide to go out simultaneously; which is next to impossible for some reason, I don’t think there’s any reason to stray far fro