Emily's P.O.V
The rest of the lunch was quiet. He didn't talk to me at all, in fact he didn't even look at me. I should've just told that guy to leave me alone as soon as I saw him. I desperately wanted to bring up him cheating on me but I don't want to piss him off further. I guess this is my fault, like most problems in this relationship.
"Okay, let's go." He orders picking up the bags. They've seemed to have gotten heavier as I grab ahold of my share. I'm second guessing not being in a car. I don't want to carry all this home. He walks faster than me and I rush to keep up with him. This mood he is in is really annoying me, but I will never say that to his face.
"Hurry up." He looks over his shoulder. The pace I am taking is tiring me out already. He slows down as we leave the busy streets of town. I don't acknowledge anything like I did the way here, I was too focused on what will happen when we get home. I hope he doesn't flip out on me. The dirty building comes into view, now we are practically running home. We enter the lobby that I haven't really seen clearly. The elevator ride was agonisingly slow just like the time we were going down it. The elevator doors close making the rusty corners touch causing a horrid screech. Before I knew it we were at the door of our apartment. The green chipped paint giving an ugly impression. He unlocks the door and I step in onto the dusty carpet. The door closes behind me. I drop my bags onto the couch before rushing to the bedroom. I hope I dont have to put up with an argument today.
"Come back here." The low growl sends shivers down my spine. I turn around at an agonising pace. He walks over to me and holds me against the bedroom door. His lips deadly close to mine.
"Don't you ever talk to another guy, do you understand?" He speaks though his teeth. I nod lightly, backing up against the door. I am going to admit that I am scared of him, scared of what he is capable of.
"Good girl." He closes the gap between us and his lips touch mine. I can't help but feel like an object to him. Will he ever stop acting like this? A perverted cheating overprotective jealous drunk?
"I'm reconsidering going to this club." He whispers after he pulls away for a gasp of air. My heart sinks. I get excited and it never happens, but dealing with Tyler, disappointment is a casual thing.
"Why?" I try to leave his grasp.
"I don't want people to be talking to you. You are an easy target." He laughs but I don't join in. I am not an easy target.
"Tyler.. Please." I beg, hopefully he can see how important this is for me.
"No, Emily." He moves me aside to open the door. I follow him inside the small bedroom.
"Then.. Then I will go alone." I squeeze all my confidence out of me.
"You dare, Emily." He balls his fists.
"Then come with me, cause I am going either way." I stand my ground. I walk out the bedroom to collect the bags of unnecessary clothing he brought for me. I join him back in the bedroom and search for some hangers for the endless pile of clothing. I couldn't seem to find any. I swear we had many before. I Look through the bags for a decent dress to wear. They all seem to be tight and shorter than I intend. Fuck, I need a dress. The ugly dress I gotten today is what seems to be appealing at the moment. I pull it out the bag and hold it against my chest in the mirror.
"It's hideous, I'm going to burn it when you aren't looking." He stares back at me as I look at him through the mirror.
"Just wear the black one." He pleads. I sigh loudly in defeat.
"While you are burning that dress you can burn this one too." I joke. I rummage though the bags and pick it out. It seems like it has gotten shorter and smaller from when I first saw it. Shit.
