Let Me Go (Tyler Carter)

Chapter Four: Break Down

I fight back a squeal, seeing Tyler there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a cup of coffee, laughing at my reaction. "Surprise!"

"What? You're not suppose to be here for a while!" I say, smiling widely.

"It was a surprise. I decided to make you a bit more antsy. Don't hate me," He says, smiling at me. I invite him in, as he places the flowers and cup on the table. I give him a hug, burying my head in his neck, breathing his scent it, the same scent that enveloped me that night running in the rain. He rests his head on top of mine, but I grin widely and break away, closing the door as Tyler sits at the island. I turn my laptop off as Tyler sits there, smiling at me.

"This was a pleasant surprise, except it'd be more pleasant if I didn't look so gross, but I can't have it all."

"Hey, you look lovely. Tell you what, you get ready and then we're gonna go and do something. Not sure what, but something." He says, shooing me away. I step into the shower, the warm water hitting my skin as I wash myself. I finish and step out, looking for some clothes. I check the weather, only thirty degrees out. I decide on a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized sweater. I throw it on and step into the bathroom, blow drying my hair and styling it, my natural curly hair taking over. I apply some slight foundation and eyeliner, walking out to see Tyler standing there, smiling at me. "You ready?"

"One minute," I say, sliding a pair of sneakers on, as well as my jacket and beanie, wrapping a scarf around me, Tyler following what I'm doing, minus the scarf. We walk out, locking the doors as Tyler guides me to an old Cadillac, opening my door. I slide in and put my seatbelt on, Tyler starting the car. He turns the radio on quietly, soft music filling the air. We drive through the city, reaching downtown Chicago. He parks the car, getting out, opening my door before I even get the chance. "Why thank you!" I say, winking. He laughs, fixing his beanie as we step onto the sidewalk, the cold air whipping around us.

"What you wanna do?" I ask, shoving my hands deep into my pockets.

"Let's shop!" He says, looking at a bookstore.

"Ugh, fine." I reluctantly say, even though I hate shopping. He grabs my hand, pulling me along as he runs towards the shoppes, small and quaint, definitely not what normal, non-Chicagoans expect from Chicago. We reach a quiet little clothing boutique, something that spikes my interest slightly. We walk inside, a bell jingling as the door closes.

"Hello! Welcome to Marjorie's Boutique! Feel free to ask us for anything!" A girl says, eying Tyler, which makes me, surprisingly, jealous.

"See anything you like?"

"Meh," I reply, mainly because this place is expensive and rent is killing me, even though I make money from my poems.

"C'mon, nothing? Not even one dress?" He says, looking at me.

"Not really," I say, glancing around, even though I see a dress that I love. It's a bustier dress, a tame mint color, very much my style. Tyler walks around, eyeing dressed carefully. He stops at the one I was looking at, lifting it up.

"This one, c'mon. At least try it on!" He pleads, pulling on my hand. I groan and decide to, peeling my layers of clothes off, sliding the dress on. I'm shocked on how well it fits. Normally, I can't find many dresses because I'm not the smallest person. My thighs touch and I have a bit of a 'muffin top' and my arms aren't super thin, though they are toned nicely, but big boobs with a small waist are the problem. I fix my bra, moving the curtain, seeing Tyler looking at some shirts for him. I cough, getting his attention.

"Whoa,"

"What? It looks bad, doesn't it?" I say, very self-conscious.

"What? Yes, I mean no, I mean no I-. It looks amazing." He says, his voice flustered.

"Really?" I ask, unsure.

"Yes, it looks great on you." He says, smiling at me. I feel my face go red and close the curtain again, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I suppose it does look good, even though I'm not one for dresses. I shrug out of it, sliding my jeans and sweater back on, walking out, holding the dress by its hanger.

"Didn't you get anything?" I ask, looking at Tyler.

"Oh, well, I found a few shirts and a vest I love. C'mon," He says, handing them to the cashier. I hold my dress, going to pay for it myself. "Put it up there."

"What?"

"Put the dress up there. I'll pay for it."

"No, that's not fair," I say, glancing at him.

"Too bad. I make thousands of dollars a year, it's the least I can do." He says, as I reluctantly place it on the counter. The total rings up to almost three-hundred dollars, my dress costing almost one-hundred. Tyler pays and grabs the bags, as we walk out, greeted by chilly wind. Tyler runs to the car, shoving the bags inside, and bounding back to me. We drift through the city, stopping in shoppes, taking pictures, and just spending time together. I jump as my phone rings, bringing it to my ear, an unknown number showing up.

"Is this Addison Luna?" The voice asks.

"Um, yes, it is. May I ask who's speaking?" I say, as Tyler stops, looking down at me.

"You know who. Listen to my voice." The voice on the other line says, making me freeze, their voice chilling. I take a shakily breath, opening my mouth to say something but feel myself slipping, falling towards the ground, everything fading to black.

Author's Note: MY UPDATES WILL BECOME FEWER BUT WILL BE LONGER. I START HIGH SCHOOL ON AUGUST 15TH (SEND GOOD VIBES). I WILL TRY TO UPDATE AT MUCH AS I CAN, BUT EXPECT TWO-FOUR DAYS IN BETWEEN. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!