His father would later die in his sleep one day, and that was Dylan's breaking point.
Hours later, he was so drunk he felt sick to the stomach. His vision had become blurred, and he could barely see clearly, but Craig, who was used to heavy drinking, was as fine as sober.
"We need to get home," Craig murmured as he slowly tapped Dylan.
"Not yet," Dylan said in a slurry speech, and Craig sighed heavily, wondering why he had let Dylan drink himself silly.
"Where are your car keys?" Craig asked, but Dylan responded by resting his head on the table.
Feeling helpless, Craig started ransacking his pockets, and when he found the key, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He struggled to get Dylan off the chair, and that is when Camila, who had kept an eye on them for a while, walked to him and offered to help.
"No thanks, I'm good," Craig dismissively answered as he stumbled with Dylan, almost falling on the floor.
"You'll rant at me later, but for now, it's important that we get him home, right?" Camila said as she hurriedly rushed to hold Dylan's hand.
He was heavy, so the two struggled to keep him steady, and when they got to the car, Camila also entered and asked Dylan to drop her off at her place.
He was caught between a hard rock: it was already late, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving Camila alone, not sure how she would get home. Plus, he just didn't trust Camila, given her loud nature.
They were in the car together in the middle of the night. What if Camila accused him of something? Who would believe his side of the story?
"Okay," Dylan said in partial agreement.
"You'll first drop off Dylan, then me," Camila suggested as she slowly patted Dylan on the back. He was by then sleeping heavily and snoring.
"What'syour address? It's easier to drop you first because Dylan and I are going to the same address," Craig reasoned, and Camila held her chin for a while as if in thought, then said, " I just remembered that I'd be alone at home and it's super boring after such a lovely night. Can I crush at your place? I'll sleep on the sofa, please."
She had puppy eyes, and her voice was so low and sweet that anyone could fall for her.
"What? Have you lost your mind or something?" Craig asked in surprise as he stepped on the breakes bringing the car to an abrupt stop.
"Did I say something bad?" Camila asked innocently, and Craig knew then that the lady was up to something.
"Or are you afraid I'll steal your stuff," Camila added as she winked, and Craig tensed on the chair. He swallowed saliva hard and almost choked on it. How did Camila know what even Dylan didn't? He wondered. Or was he simply imagining things?
"What do you want?" he asked in an almost trembling voice.
"Him," Camila said as she looked at Dylan.
"You'll have to wait for him to wake up first," Craig answered confidently, but Camila shook her head knowingly and smiled slyly. She could see a cop's car driving towards them, and she knew the drill.
"You see these cops coming?" She asked as she pointed at the cops' car. Craig suddenly felt cold all over his body and felt the need to wrap his arms around his body.
"Should I ask them to come with us and ransack your house? Gosh, 'cause I love what they will find there," Camila said and chuckled softly, and Craig's heart skipped a beat.
He turned to slowly look at Dylan, and he felt sorry for betraying him, but he knew if Camila really carried out her threat, all the pieces of the puzzle he had fixed would crumble down before his eyes, and he wouldn't be able to do a thing.
"Are you still thinking?" Camila asked at a time when the cops had stopped their car, and one was walking towards them.
"Any problem, young man?"One of the cops answered, and Craig shook his head, too stunned to utter a word.
Camila pulled down the window of the back seat, and she rescued the situation.
"Okay, get him home safe," the cop said after seeing how wasted Dylan was.
After that incident, Craig had done as Camila demanded, and it didn't come as a shock when Dylan told him a few days later that he would be moving out to stay with Camila.
He knew it wasn't the best decision, but he also knew he wasn't clean and that Camila knew his drill, so he couldn't go against her.