I sat on the bed, all dressed up for college, wearing a large blue t-shirt with half sleeves, paired with white jeans.

I took two days off instead of one. In those two days, my mind never found peace for a second; he just kept circling in my thoughts.

"Are you ready?" Mom said, coming into my room. I nodded, and we both walked downstairs. Today, I had to walk alone. I took a deep sigh and turned towards Mom to say goodbye.

Once outside, I quickly put on my mask and wore my earphones. The way to the college wasn't that long, but I still had to take a short bus ride. I got on the bus and sat in one of the empty seats.

My feet kept tapping on the floor in anxiety. I didn't know how he would react today. I hoped he'd forget me, hoped he wouldn't see me. These thoughts kept swirling in my mind until the bus announced my stop. I stepped down and clenched the straps of my backpack. Walking down the street, I noticed some other students around as well.

The college was now right in front of me, but I couldn't take a step forward. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to gather a little courage. I took one step when I heard a loud, painful shout. I froze in place. The students started running towards the sound, pushing me aside.

I didn't let go of my ground and stood straight, balancing myself. I was terrified to even think about what was happening.

Suddenly, a loud car sound approached, and the students made way for the vehicle. The car was speeding towards me, and I recognized it—it was Rhys's car. But the car was coming with those painful shouts. I wanted to hide, but my feet wouldn't move; I was too shocked.

Whoosh, the car sped right past me, and my eyes widened. I ran behind it, shouting for it to stop. When I felt I couldn't run anymore, I stood there, breathing heavily and crying out loud.

Ryan was tied with a rope from the car's number plate, being dragged at full speed. Ryan was bleeding furiously; it could be seen from far away.

I held my knees and cried out loud when I heard the sound of a horn. I looked up and saw his dark eyes with a smirk on his face.

"MOVE ASIDE, BUTTERFLY, YOU'RE IN THE WAY."

I didn't reply, just stared at him for a few seconds, then started running towards the car, wanting to see Ryan.

Suddenly, Rhys opened the car door and stepped out. I was about to run past him, but his hand grabbed my arm tightly and pushed me against the car window. I couldn't grasp the situation as it happened so fast. A painful shout escaped my mouth from the impact. He came closer, pushing me harder.

"Where were you?" he asked, looking at me with a deathly stare.

"Please let him go," I begged, crying. I gasped when he punched the car with full force.

"Wrong answer, butterfly," he said softly, so close to my lips with a smirk.

"Get inside," he ordered.

"P-please..." I begged again.

"GET INSIDE NOW, BUTTERFLY," he shouted, and I couldn't do anything but get in. I kept crying, looking back, but I couldn't see Ryan. I couldn't hear him, and that thought drove me crazy with fear. Rhys kept driving; we were going on an unknown path, leaving the university behind.

I kept crying and begging him to leave Ryan, but he didn't budge.

With a jerk, he stopped the car, opened the door, and slammed it shut with full force. I sat inside, watching Rhys shout like a madman. The area was silent, with no people around. There were many big buildings, but I didn't recognize them. I was about to open the door to see Ryan when Rhys approached with heavy steps, opening the door with full force and looking down at me.

"Where were you, butterfly?" he asked again. This time, I answered with a single word, "Home," while taking big hiccups, my lips wobbling in fear.

"Please leave him," I pleaded again, looking at him.

He crouched down, looking into my eyes darkly, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Wrong words, butterfly," he said darkly. I cried loudly again, not knowing what he meant.

"P-please," I said again, and he burst out in anger. "I SAID WRONG WORDS, MAYA!"

"Sorry," the word escaped my mouth unknowingly, and he smirked, coming close to me.

"That's the right word, butterfly," he said, pulling me by my hair and throwing me to the ground.

"BEG. BEG ME TO FORGIVE YOU."

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