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Chapter 1: Part I The Vacation.

I stare at him intently, hoping he'd feel it and finally look away from his phone and at me. Few seconds pass and he's not budging. He's so impossible.

"Dylan, aren't you even going to look me?!"

"No" he says in a monotone.

"But why," I ask sadly, in hopes that it would work this time, "we've been over this for days now. It wouldn't hurt to just accept you know"

He stays silent this time putting all his attention on his phone. Now he's getting me angry.

" I can't believe you're going to ignore me, your wife, over an issue as petty as this one. You're just being very selfish yonno. You-",

"If I say we're not going, then we're not going", he cuts me off looking me dead in the eye, "end of discussion."

With that voice, I know it's truly the end. I just really love travels and new memories and the idea of going on a three days trip with Dylan and his parents isn't bad at all. His mom has be asking me to convince him but I've had enough. Dylan isn't the type of person to convince. Once he's made up his mind about something, there's no going back. The reason why he's so bent on not going for his own family vacation is still a mystery I'm yet to unfold.

Sadly, I lay far from him on my side of the bed. Moments later, I hear shuffling then the lights go off and I feel him hug me from behind. I try to shift away from him but his grip on me is firm. All my attempts to wriggle free seems futile as he only pulls me closer. Why did I have to marry such a strong man? My subconscious winks at me and I roll my eyes at my perverted side.

"I know how you feel babe but I really need you to trust me on this one, okay?"

Dylan could be really difficult to deal with sometimes but the fact remains that he's my husband and I love him more than anything else.

Nodding my head, I whisper an okay then I feel him relax as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you Crystal", he says in a husky voice.

"I love you Dylan".

I close my eyes as we lay together in silence and it's not long before darkness envelopes me into a sweet dreamless slumber.

Singing along to Lewis capaldi's headspace on my iPod, I do the dishes and prepare breakfast at the same time. It's almost 10:30 and Dylan hasn't come downstairs yet. I'm sure he's awake though. He's been a little distant since his parents called to inform us about the vacation.

Thinking back through the nine months I've known Dylan, he's always been a secretive person but it's been getting a little worse lately. Yeah, you heard right, nine months. We dated for three months and we've been married the rest.

Weird, I know, but those three months were the best three months of my life and the moment I saw him on his knees searching his pockets frantically for the ring he bought on his way to meet me at the Chinese restaurant that was our rendezvous, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

"And what thought has my precious Crystal smiling all by herself?" His voice only makes me smile wider and I turn to face him only to be met with a peck on my lips and his hands around my waist.

"Only the thought of my darling Dylan could make me smile this wide and you know it". We start kissing as I put my hand around his neck. Every kiss feels like the first and I doubt I can ever have enough of him. Just as I'm about to deepen the kiss, his phone rings in his pocket. We both smile against each other's lips as he pulls back a little, his forehead on mine.

"Go pick your call while I set the table"

"Fine but by the time we're done with breakfast, we'd prepare something else in the bedroom" he winks at me and I laugh, mouthing "pervert" as he picks his call and heads to the living room.

Smiling, I start setting the table as I watch my lovely husband make his call. Suddenly, his smile turned upside down and there's anger in his eyes. He goes outside probably to prevent me from eavesdropping the conversation.

Hurriedly, I go look through the living room window and see him talking furiously.

Seconds later, he looks at his phone screen and a somewhat shocked expression covers his face. That's how he reacts whenever someone hangs up on him. He raises his hand to throw his phone away out of anger but desists from it, kicking a stone instead and starts to head back inside. Quickly, I scurry away into the kitchen plastering a fake smile on my face. Banging the door behind him, he comes into the kitchen looking frustrated and furious at the same time.

"Dylan?", I drop the plate on the table at him with worry and concern, "what's wrong?"

"Start preparing, we leave Friday."

"Huh? Leave to where?"

"The stupid vacation" he says and head upstairs, the banging of the door resonating around the house, leaving me shocked, confused and worried all at the same time.

"Yes Betty, we're getting ready. We'd meet you guys at home in the next hour"

"Okay darling", Dylan's mom says over the phone, "be careful driving. We're waiting."

"Yeah, bye". I hang up and inspect the bags one more time before zipping them up, hopefully not leaving anything behind.

"Dylan!", I shout out to him from the bedroom window. He's outside cleaning the car, "could you come help me carry the heavy bags? I'm done packing". He gives me a thumbs up and comes in few minutes later. Without a word, he carries the two big bags at once and I follow him with the medium sized and small bag. He arranges them in the trunk, looking sad and unhappy. Almost scared. I leave him and go back inside, picking up my backpack, switched off the lights and locked the doors. He's standing by the car, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't notice my presence.

"Hey," I say, holding his hands firm in mine, " you know, we could just go back inside and tell your parents I changed my mind or that I'm sick or something. We don't have to do this if it disturbs you so much. I don't know why you're being this way about it and I want you to talk to me. I've been asking you to tell me why you're so upset about it, why the sudden change of mind if you don't want to do it. Who called the other day? What is going on Dylan?"

Without a word, he hugs me tightly to his chest and I just stand there, still confused. His sadness rubbing off on me very fast.

"Promise me," he says almost in a whisper, "promise me you won't hate me. Please"

I stand dumbfounded at what he just said. Why would I hate him? I love him too much to even imagine a thing like that. Is that his fear? But why? What's going on? Why is he making such a big deal about all of this?

"Dylan," I look him in the eye, mustering up all the courage I have, "I love you more than anyone could ever imagine and that fact is never ever going to change."

"If it isn't my favorite girl!" Betty says with so much joy and happiness as she engulfs me in a warm motherly hug making me want to just sleep in her arms.

"Oh come on in, come meet Jake. He's been waiting for you guys". We walk in and see Jake, Dylan's dad, coming to meet us. He smiles at me and I swear I saw Dylan in his face for a second. They look so much alike.

"Ah! I see you're here already. Took you both long enough. Come give me a hug, it's been what? Six months?" We all laugh and I go hug him quickly. They both look so happy and kind.

The love between them seems unwavering and genuine. Unlike my parents who split when I was just eight. Dylan's parents are the nicest people I've ever met. And they look so young and vibrant in their mid and late forties.

"Where's my son?" Betty asks looking towards

the door.

"I don't know, he was on the phone when I left him outside"

"Okay then," Jake says and picks his key up from the table, " let's get going people!". He points to the door dramatically and we all laugh heading outside.

Once we're outside, we see Dylan leaning on the car looking expressionless towards us. Betty picks up her pace towards him and hugs him tightly peppering kisses on his face and he tries to smile but it looks really plastic. At least I can tell.

"My lovely prodigal son," Jake says smiling as we near them, "won't you give your father a hug?"

"We're going in my car. I and Crystal that is". Dylan responds with no regard for his father at all. I and Betty look at them in silence. A flash of hurt passes through her face but it's gone as quickly as it came.

"But the fun all starts from here. We all go in a car. Together." Jake says smiling but his eyes hold some hidden fact that I do not understand as he keeps eye contact with Dylan who equally glares at his own father. I want to say something but all I can do is look between the both of them trying to decipher what the heck is going on.

"Start the car while I go get our bags", Jake says in a tone that permits no further discussion and goes back into the house.

"Dylan-",

"Get into the car." He cuts me off and I do exactly as he says, sitting in the passenger's sit getting somewhat scared of him. Few seconds later, he comes in holding the steering wheel so tightly that I'm scared his veins would pop out any second.

I just look at him confused about what to say or do. I suddenly don't want to go on this trip anymore. There's an obvious bad blood between he and his father. No wonder he never lets us visit or communicate with them often. I wonder what might have happened to make him hate his father so much. Jake has been the nicest father in-law anyone could wish for and Betty is just an angel in disguise. Why then does he hate them so much that the mere thought of being with them for three days and two nights inundates him with so much anger. I've known him to be very intrepid and fearless but this case seems to be the reverse.

"Crystal," I hear him say with so much seriousness but I don't look at him.

"Look at me, now," the worry, anger and urgency in his voice makes me turn towards him like a robot and my eyes widen at what I see.

"Fuck Dylan! What is that? Why do you have it with you?!", I whisper-yell at him and look around for anyone

"Take this," he grabs my hand and puts the small shiny black gun in my hand holding it firmly there. I try to free myself from him out of fear and panic

"Crystal!", He yells and I calm down, a streak of tear escaping from my left eye as I look straight in his eyes.

"Look, I know exactly how you feel, but I want you to keep this with you. Always. Don't let it out of your sight and it should be for your sight alone. No one else's. I mean it"

"Why? Why should I keep this with me? What's going on?", I ask with shaky breaths and he pulls me in for a hug.

"The cabin is in the woods and the woods is a dangerous place Crystal, I just want you to be safe, okay", he sounds so worried and I don't like him like this. I nod my head in agreement and he lets me go. Quickly, I hide the gun in my pants , covering it up with my jacket as I clean my face and put on a smile as Betty and Jake gets in the back.

"Let's do this", Dylan says as he drives off to the woods.