Back To The Beginning // Dylan O'Brien

iii. eric

I will not cry

I will not cry

No.

I will not be weak, not today.

"And is Eric Hurrel currently here?" I asked, so much hatred going through my voice.

They lady at the front desk told me I was going to have to go up and check for myself. That his apartment was 3b and that I could go up whenever I wanted.

Luckily I hadn't taken out my luggage out of Dylan's jeep yet.

I turned to Tyler and Dylan, "Can you guys come with me please?" I asked them.

They both nodded and walked with me to the elevator.

Once we were in the elevator, Tyler was the first to speak up. "So care to explain what the fuck is going on here?" He asked me.

I was trying my hardest not to have the worlds biggest mental breakdown in the elevator. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing down, trying to be as calm as possible.

"Abusive ex boyfriend, the one who nearly killed me, wasn't to happy that I left the country. Clearly, he felt the need to make my fresh start not so fresh," I explained, blinking as quickly as possible to blink away the tears.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the elevator dinged to show that we had finally reached level 3.

Tyler, Dylan and I walked out of the elevator and walked towards apartment 3b.

When I was 2 meters away from the door, I froze in fear. I chocked on a sob and explained to the boys "I'm so scared."

I felt someones hand on my back, comforting me, as we slowly finished the remaining 2 meters between me and the door.

Tyler and Dylan stood the the side of the door, so Eric couldn't see them unless he stood outside the house.

I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door, knowing that he was home. I bet he was just waiting for me. Waiting for this moment to ruin my life and hurt me again.

I focused on the sounds, I heard music stopping, footsteps coming towards the door, and then the door slowly opening.

"Leah, I felt like I'd see you again." The horrible voice said.

I hoped that I would never have to hear that voice again. The one voice that I felt comfortable with, the one voice that scared me to death, the one voice I loved, the one voice that controlled my life. It was actually him.

I looked to the side and saw Dylan, he was watching me so carefully. Our eyes connected for only a second and a new spurge of confidence rose in me. I looked up to Eric, making eye contact to his hazel eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," I said, so much pain and anger coming from my voice.

"What am I doing? No no no Leah, what are you doing, running away from your problems like that? That's not the girl that I fell in love with," He said, clearly trying his hardest to bring pain upon me.

I flinched at the word love. Love? That's what he called it? Love? No. He didn't fall in love with me, he fell in love with that pain he caused me.

"Tell me Eric, is it the love for me that caused me to run 13,000 kilometres away from you? Is it the love for me that left, never fading scars all over my body? Or Eric is it love for my pain, that caused you to follow me 13,000 kilometres away from your home? Is it the love for the pain that you caused me, that gave you the absolute dire need to stalk me, find out where I was planning to live and buy it for double the price so I would have no home," I say, taking a step forward. "Because Eric, looking at the scars I have, looking at the pain you caused, this was definitely not love. So tell me Eric, what actually caused you to follow me and try and take me back to the beginning?"