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    A Dylena Story

    Story written on May 7, 2011 by joeycat.
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    A Dylena Story, Chapter 34. Saturday, around noon.

    (Helena, on her way to Dylan’s)

    I hate this fucking L.A. traffic. What is the point of owning a car that can go 0-60 in four seconds if my ass is going to be stuck in fucking grid lock traffic most of the time? I told Dylan I would get there as soon as I could. That was 30 minutes ago and I’m still another 15 to 20 minutes away at the rate this traffic is moving.

    Not moving is more bloody like it. I’ve been sitting here idling for five minutes now. Slamming my hand on the horn, I hold it there letting out my frustration. My eyes close as I blast the deafening sound for at least ten seconds. “Damn it, MOVE. Please just MOVE!!!”

    When I open my eyes I still see that I’m hopelessly stuck here. Cars are in front of me, behind me and on each side. I decide to try and reach her again on my cell, it goes straight to her voicemail. This is the third time I’ve tried since she called me earlier and just like the other two times it goes straight to her voicemail.

    I’m on the verge of panic with the possibilities of what could be keeping her from answering my calls running through my head. I frantically leave her another message. “Dylan, I’m on my way. I swear I’ll be there as soon as I can. It’s just this fucking traffic…. Dylan, I love you. Why aren’t you answering? Please, Dylan if you get this call me back, everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise you, everything is going to be okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you so much, Dylan.”

    Closing my phone, tears start coming from eyes as I remember her phone call to me earlier. She was so upset. I could hardly make out the words she was saying between her uncontrollable sobs and her gasps for air as she cried.

    “Hello my sweet and beautiful love, oh you have no idea how desperately I need to hear your voice this morning.”

    “Hi….Helena….um….are you busy?”

    “Dylan, are you alright? You sound like your crying? Are you crying?”

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    Comments

    1. Okay, first time I’ve commented on my own post. But, I have to apologize to any one reading. Sorry for the repeated paragraph and unitalicized words where they were supposed to be in italics. I’m not sure what happened. My computer was being very slow as I tried to edit the parts I wanted in a different font. Write and learn I guess. Hope you all still enjoy.

    3. Hope Dylan is alright, maybe just tired and fell asleep from all the emotion and crying. Happy that Peggy is still in Helena and Dylan’s corner. Can hardly wait for Alice to get her ass roasted and speared by Peggy. Thanks for posting.

    4. Italic’s or not i still love this post. What’s wrong with dylan?(why is she not picking her call’s and answering the door)hope she ok. B.t.w love this post(it’s awesome)can’t wait for your next post. Pps

    5. great update… Dylan hopefully she is ok. Yes i know LD that part is coming I am waiting patiently it will be worth it in the end. Im glad Dylan phoned Helena when she needed her most it shows she is willing to let her see every part of her. This brings new depths to their relationship as it blossoms. This story is awe inspiring, and I am lost within it’s web. Being lost is a surreal feeling as i feel every emotion both of these women are going through. Reading this always brings a smile to my face.

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