The car drove silently down the road as I sat there, clenching my dress, trying to hold back my tears. Rhys sat beside me, his face still twisted in anger.

We reached the college in just a few minutes. The car stopped in the parking lot, but I didn't move. I wanted to leave, but I wasn't sure what he wanted. So, I just sat there, waiting for his permission.

Another minute passed, and he still hadn't said a word. Summoning some courage, I asked in a trembling voice, "C-can I... go?"

"NO." His reply was cold, stern, and immediate, his gaze fixed ahead. I squirmed in my seat, discomfort crawling under my skin.

"You know what, Butterfly," he continued, his voice laced with a chilling threat, "if you dare to talk to anyone after this, I swear, I will kill you." His cold eyes met mine, sending a shiver down my spine as he spoke in a dangerously low tone, making me gulp.

I quickly nodded. It wasn't hard for me because I knew my introverted self would never even try to talk to someone.

"Words," he demanded, his voice icy.

"I understand," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Go," he commanded, and I didn't waste a second. I unbuckled my seatbelt quickly and reached for the door handle. But just as I was about to leave...

"And don't you dare wear clothes like that again! What are you, a slut?" His voice boomed with a dirty smirk on his face. My eyes widened at his words, and I followed his gaze to my jeans, ripped pattern at the knees, revealing a small glimpse of skin. My hands tightened into fists around the sleeves of my hoodie, and I lowered my gaze. I had always been self-conscious, but today, I felt ashamed. Do these clothes make me look like a slut? I asked myself as my eyes welled up with tears, stinging from his cruel words.

"GO!" he shouted, and I flinched, quickly turning my back on him and running away.

...

When I reached my class, I saw that it was still in session, so I didn't enter. Holding my backpack in my hands, I sat on the floor, away from the door.

The class continued for more than fifteen minutes before the bell rang. The professor walked out, ignoring my presence. I stood up, clutching my bag to my chest, and entered the classroom, my eyes fixed on the floor. I slowly made my way to an empty seat and sat down.

There was no sound when I entered—not even the usual hum of human breath. The room was silent, and I knew why. No one said anything. I quickly buried my head in my arms on the desk, covering it with one hand. Then they started speaking. It was awkward. All I wanted was to go home as quickly as possible.

Another professor came in and started teaching. I hastily pulled out my notebook and began jotting down important notes.

...

When the bell rang, signaling break time, I let my books scatter across the desk and returned to my position, hiding my head. I closed my eyes, letting out a small sigh. It was exhausting. My mind replayed his words, making me feel even more vulnerable.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled me. I quickly looked up, trying to figure out where it came from, but the classroom was empty. Fear crept over me, and I quickly got up, desperate to leave. I was almost at the door when I saw him standing just outside, kicking the shoe rack. I took two steps back, away from him, as I noticed the anger radiating from him.

"Let's go, Birdy. I'm hungry," he said sternly, his voice trembling slightly with anger, making me even more scared. I didn't want to go with him—not now, and I wasn't hungry. I didn't know what to do, but the only thing I knew was that I didn't want to go anywhere with him.

"I...had...b-breakfast at h-home," I stammered, cursing myself for being so pathetic that I couldn't even speak clearly in front of him.

"Did I ask you?" He arched an eyebrow, tilting his head with a creepy smirk, and I knew something was very, very wrong.

"Let's go," he said again, turning his back to me and starting to walk away. I clenched my fists, swallowed hard, and followed him to the cafeteria.

His friends were sitting around one of the round tables, talking about something. When we reached them, all eyes turned to Rhys, then to me. Rhys sat down in an empty chair, and I stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Go bring us something to eat, Butterfly," Rhys ordered without looking at me. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it. What should I get? I didn't know. I wanted to ask, but I didn't have any courage left until one of his friends spoke up.

"Hey, Butterfly, I want a hamburger," he said with a smile, sitting beside Rhys. I was about to reply when Rhys abruptly kicked his chair out from under him. The screech of the chair echoed in the silence, and my eyes widened at his action as the boy fell to the ground, looking up at Rhys in fear.

The boy looked confused, and so was I, until I heard Rhys's chilling words.

"NO ONE CAN CALL HER ANYTHING BESIDES ME. REMEMBER THAT."

The boy quickly nodded, standing up and dusting off his pants. He picked up his chair and sat back down beside Rhys.

I whimpered, glancing at Rhys. It was terrifying. I quickly turned away, hurrying to get something—anything—for them to eat.

"Hamburgers for everyone, with Coke," Rhys's voice echoed in the silence after the storm, and I quickly said yes before running toward the stall.

The lady at the counter smiled as she served me. I gave her a little awkward smile, not in the mood to be happy, and started picking up the boxes two at a time, with the Coke glasses, placing them on their table. I repeated the process a few times until everyone had their meal.

"Go to your class, Butterfly," he commanded.

As soon as the words left his mouth, I ran back to my class. I didn't care how the students or teachers looked at me—I just wanted to get away from him.

The break was over, and the classes continued. Once it was finished, I was the last one to pick up my bag and leave. I didn't want to bump into anyone.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of my class, only to see him standing there, leaning against the wall. My legs felt weak as I looked at him, and then I made the biggest mistake—I ran, leaving him standing there. I glanced back at him, his dark gaze piercing my soul, and then a loud, chilling laugh escaped his lips.

I stopped right there, realizing I'd made a mistake. I quickly looked down, sobbing, and turned back, taking small, hesitant steps toward him.

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