The Possessive Bully

Part 52

"I want to see it."

Our eyes locked the moment the words left my lips.

His lips parted as of he wanted to say something but closed them again.

It's hard to explain. But I badly want to see the room. I know what happened between Tyler and me before. And seeing it would remind me of everything. But I still want to see it.

Now if Tyler decides to do something awful, I'll make sure he regrets it.

He sighed and walked back to his room. He opened the door and strayed towards the small table beside his bed. He looked at me again before opening the drawer of the table as if asking if I really want to do this.

I did not say a thing but nodded lightly.

He took out a small key and tossed it over to me.

"I'll stay here.", he said quietly.

I nodded and was about to close his door.

"Don't close it... call me when you're done."

"Alright.", I said and left his door open.

I walked towards the door and slowly opened it using the key he gave me.

My hands are cold. So as the knob as I turn and push it.

The lights are off so I had to turn them on. If I'm correct, it should be on the right wall just beside the door.

I turned the switch on and light flooded the room.

It was...

Empty.

The room had been painted white. Gone are the pink walls. What do I expect?

That it would be the same as how it was before?

I entered the room and looked at the four corners of the room. It's really empty.

I shook my head. What am I even thinking? Why do I want to see the room?

Argh. Whatever.

I walked towards the door and was about to get out when I saw something behind it. I didn't see it earlier because of the door.

It looks like a big frame covered by a white cloth. I pulled it out to see if it was just an empty frame. I knew immediately that it was a canvas and not a frame when I touched it.

My eyes widened when I dropped the cloth covering it.

It is... me.

It is a painting. It looked like it was painted a year ago. I looked for the painter's signature or initials but found none. I found a year written in it instead. It was five years ago.

Who could have painted me?

Was it Tyler? Not Peter.

I didn't know he could paint. He's even good at it.

I looked at my portrait. I have my long black hair in this picture. I looked really young.