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I had arrived on campus at around noon and right outside my door, Kyson sat slumped against the door. He had his hands in his hair as he glowered at the wall opposite him. When he heard my footsteps he tilted his head upwards and jumped up to his feet.

Roughly, he grabbed me and examined me. 

"Did he hurt you?" He said frantically.

I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out. Honestly I had been too perplexed and traumatized by the events of the night prior. what was going to tell him? 'Ian is a really jealous psychopath?' It's all my fault though because I provoked him but that still  doesn't justify his actions? No I couldn't bring myself to say it.

He saw the look of contemplation in my eyes, the wound on my face  and already knew what I was struggling to  voice out.

"It's okay we're going to handle this. Okay?"

That was the last sentence I heard before finding myself at a police station, filing a restraining order against Ian Thompson.

Little did I know, I was actually just adding fuel to a fire.

•

The following day I didn't attend classes, I felt this overwhelming guilt and questioned whether or not I had made the right decision. I stayed in bed majority of the day staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

My phone beeped beside me, notifying me of a text message. For a second I thought it was Ian and my heart raced but then I remembered that I had blocked him on all social media platforms so he wouldn't be able to contact me.

I turned to my side picked up my phone and saw that it was actually an email from the devil himself.

Sent from: Ianenterprises@org.com
To: Adalia

SUBJECT: Rectifying my mistakes

Dear Adalia

For the past day and a half I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I can't seem to function when things aren't right between us. You had every right to get that restraining order, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about how my reckless behavior has hurt you. Until you're ready to mend things between us, I'm going to give you space and if you never want to talk or see me again I'd understand. Take care of yourself, Lia

Love

Ian

My thumb hovered over the reply icon. A part of me was tempted to respond and another part told me a little space would give me a clear head. So with that in mind, I got out of bed and decided that I would take a walk around campus. I put on an oversized hoodie,  yoga pants and flip flops with socks on before leaving the room. I always dressed according to my mood and at the moment I was depressed and conflicted hence the mismatched outfit.

As I approached the theatre, Andrei a guy in my creative writing class spotted me and engaged me in conversation.

"I didn't see you today. Is everything okay?" He said with his thick romanian accent.

"Yes." I reassured him. "I was just having an off day but I'll be as good as new by tomorrow."

"Okay. Well it was great seeing you."

He reached out for a hug and that's when I heard someone close by, clear their throat inconspicuously. Turning around,  I saw Rhys sitting in one of the benches. He gave me a look that said 'careful now' and it had me fuming. Ian knew he couldn't be around me so he sent his henchmen instead. Feeling infuriated by this, I pulled in Andrei amd gave him a tight hug.  His body tensed at first then after he sometime he relaxed and wrapped his hands around my waist.