"Tyler ... please-" He pushed me away, not listening to me, "Go." He ordered and leaned on the wall, liting up his cigarette. I stood there motionless, crushed under the weight of his words which made my heart burst anytime from apprehension. "Go." He repeated, I stumbled back and ran to the bathroom.

I took a few deep breaths and washed my face, I changed my clothes, applied makeup to build a facade while Tyler continued to watch me from behind and my hands were trembling by his presence. I tried to apply my lipstick but couldn't.

He sighed and came closer, my breath hitched, I quickly turned to him,...