Overprotective

~19~ Secret/Babysitter

"Lisa stop crying its okay." I heard someone say as I was still sobbing from the terrible dream I had just had.

I hadn't had one of those dreams in a while.

"Sh sh sh its okay. I'm here. It's okay" the person said again while rubbing my back.

I looked up and realized that my head was now on Dylan's shoulder.

We were parked at our house, and there was nobody else in the car.

I began to calm down as Dylan continued to stroke his fingers through my hair and rub my back.

After about a minute I had completely calmed down.

"Lisa my god your shaking" Dylan said wrapping his arms around me.

Maybe not completely.

"Its okay I'm fine," I said as I started to sit up.

Dylan pushed me back down on his shoulder.

"No you are not fine Lisa," Dylan said looking down at me with worry.

I can basically taste it.

"You just woke up on the verge of a panic attack and you say your fine" Dylan said looking sternly at me.

"Its nothing Dylan," I said wiping my tears away.

I got up still a little shaken at what just happened.

I really didn't want him to know about what I had just dreamed about.

"Lisa don't say its nothing, because it is." He said grabbing my hands.

"Lisa answer me this," He said looking me dead in the eyes.

I really hope he isn't gonna ask what I really don't want him to ask.

"Do you usually have these?" He asked.

I could tell my answer would affect the ENTIRE situation.

"No not until tonight," I said partially lying.

It's true I haven't had one in quite awhile.

So I mean I am not totally lying.

Right?

I could see Dylan breathe a sigh of relief just a little.

He pulled me in for a hug.

"Please let me know if this happens again."

That was for sure not gonna happen.

"Okay," I said.

Oh, wait. I just realized something

"How long have we been in here?" I asked looking at Dylan.

"About 7 minutes." He said looking at his phone.

"Don't worry I told them I would chill in here for a while before I carried you to your room." He said.

"Oh okay good."

I most especially did not want the rest of my brothers to know about this.

And trust me if they did I would have to talk with the CIA.

Dylan looked over and gave me a confused look.

"Why don't you want them to know?" Dylan asked.

"Of course I don't want them to know Dylan they will make a huge deal out of it," I said looking down.

"And besides it's better if we just forget about it," I said.

He was about to protest before I stopped him.