He says I'm his.

Looking for Answers

(Bays P.O.V.)
My body ached from the freakish man named Dante slamming me against the wall. I brought my hand to my neck rubbing where he had gripped me. The cut he made on my cheek stung and little drops of blood continued to drip down from the wound.

I took myself to the bathroom, looking in the mirror I could see red angry marks on my neck. Part of me wanted to break down but the other part of me felt rage bubble up to the surface. This was all Tyler's fault he had wrapped me up in some crazy bullshit of his. He wanted me to stay away from him but how the fuck was that suppose to work now. I needed answers. I needed to know what kind of dangers I faced because of him.

I grabbed the washcloth on my vanity putting it under the running faucet before wiping off the blood and grabbing a bandage. Placing it over the red angry cut. Exhaustion set in from the whole ordeal. I quickly changed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before collapsing into my bed. Hoping Dante wouldn't make another appearance. I let the ticking of the clock on my wall lull me into a dreamless sleep.

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Ice cold fingers are what woke me from my slumber. I could feel them graze over the bandage on my cheek before they glided lower and over my lips. I tried to stay still as possible as to not give away that I had woken up. I feared that it was Dante but something about this persons touch fell familiar. The person let out a sigh. "I know you're awake Bay. You've never been good at pretending when it comes to me." Tyler spoke softly.

I opened my eyes glaring at him. "Why the fuck are you here?" I growled out. Tyler narrowed his eyes at me, his eyes growing cold. His jaw clenched but he quickly relaxed his jaw a smirk appearing on his face. "I just wanted to make sure you understood me back at the club." He growled out. I let out a scoff. "Oh yeah, you're threatening of Jax. So, there's no other reason you decided to let yourself in?" I questioned waiting to see if he would admit anything about Dante. He rolled his eyes before grasping my chin. "How many times do I have to explain this to you Bay. I don't care about you. You're just a pretty little toy for my entertainment and I've never munched like sharing my toys." Tyler replied cockily.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Why was he so cruel. Why did he continue to refuse to tell me the truth? What had happened all those year apart to turn him into what he was now? "Fuck you Tyler. I'm not one of your toys and I can be with whoever I want!" I argued back. Tyler threw his head back laughing. "Really. You think you can do whatever you want, huh? Well, if that's the game you want to play then go ahead." He laughed out. I furrowed my brows. Was this all just a game to him? "You're so full of shit Tyler." I replied.

Tyler's face grew cold and hard. He leaned down near my face his nose barely grazing mine. "Why don't you play and we'll find out how full of shit I am. Don't you want to play with me darling?" He whispered softly. My heart rate accelerated. I needed to get away from me. I didn't like the affect he was having on me. There needed to be distance between us and now. I tried shoving him but he didn't move an inch. Grabbing my wrists and pin in them above my head. "You just can't resist pushing me to the edge can you Bay." He grounded out. He lips now ghosting over my neck before placing a soft kiss. He inhaled deeply letting out a groan before releasing my wrists and pushing himself back away from me.

I sat up in bed glaring at him. This was my chance to question him about Dante and all I'd done was act like a silly little girl with a crush. "Who's Dante and why did he take some of my blood?" I questioned. Tyler cracked his neck looking at me deep in thought. "None of your concern." He replied. I felt myself grow angry. "What the hell do you mean none of my concern! He took a vial of my blood! It is my concern!" I shouted at him. I watched as he clenched his fists and tensed up. "I've dealt with it. Fucking drop it Bay. Now if you'll excuse me I've got better things to do then argue with you." Tyler ground out. Well that went great. Not. I brought my hands to my temples messaging them. Why was it that every time I was in Tyler's presence I felt like my head had been ran over by a train. "Fine. Leave like you always do." I replied.

Tyler continued to stare at me like he had something else to say before thinking better of it. His gaze went over me before he turned around and walked out of my room. I let out a breath of air in relief. The tension finally leaving my body now that he was out of my presence. If he thought he was in the clear he was very wrong. I would get the answers I needed one way or another. I had a feeling Dante would back. He didn't strike me as the kind to threaten to kill you and not come back to finish the job.

I settled back into bed willing myself to find sleep. Tomorrow I would yet again have to deal with Tyler's hot and cold and some sleep would really help in dealing with that dumpster fire.