Second Chances for Tyler Landry

Get Out Now

"So, Chasity, do you wanna finish playing where Mack left off?" Tyler asked as he walked steadily back into the living room.

"Actually," Chasity said and stripped off her coat "I was thinking I could give you a little physical therapy." she bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes.

Tyler stepped back as she tried to touch her chest to his. Any other time, he would have took her and went on his merry way. But, he couldn't stop thinking about the way Mackenzie left. How she looked like she was escaping and not just leaving. Like if she didn't leave right then, something awful would happen.

"Chasity, I think we should see other people." he said sternly, secretly loving being in power.

Chasity's mouth went into a circle of shock and then her face got dark, hateful.

"Why? Because I'm not as good as Mackenzie?! Let me tell you something, I can fuck way better then that bitch-" Chasity was cut off by Tyler's murderous stare.

That was his Mackenzie she was talking about. No one, not even Mark, talked about his Macky like that.

"Get. Out. Now. Bitch." he snarled.

Chasity stared at him, tried to get some of her dignity that was clearly lost in the skimpy clothing, and left through the front door.

He was alone now, with nothing but himself and some mangy old furniture. For some unexpainable reason, the look on Mackenzie's face as she left played over and over again in his head, as if he had recorded it.

Her eyes that were narrow and walled up, her mouth that was set in a nervous tight line.

He couldn't think of anything else, it was like he was forced to watch it.

It was like he could feel what she did.