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Chapter 23:
“What are you doing here?! Where’s Dylan?”
“Relax, Emily. He’s asleep upstairs. He apparently left you in the middle of the family room floor last night. I let myself in. I called you at least 20 times last night but you never answered. We need to talk. Look, I brought pizza.”
“Chris, get out of here. I told you I don’t want to talk, you said you didn’t want me and that Dylan could have me! So now he does! I’m his, not yours!”
“Emily, I didn’t mean anything that I said. Give me another chance. Give me a chance to explain.”

I must have screamed really loud, because the next thing I know Dylan is running down the stairs.

“Christian, leave now.”
“Oh here’s the girlfriend stealer!”
“I didn’t steal anyone, she came RUNNING to me after the way you treated her!”

“Guys, don’t get into an argument,” I pleaded.

“I know she doesn’t really like you, Dylan. You’re just a rebound.”
“Em, explain to this butthole that we are together, for good.”

“Christian. Leave. Leave now or I’m calling the cops, I’m being completely serious.”
“Emily, give me a chance. Look, I was trying to be nice by coming here. I want your forgiveness for how I acted, even though you shouldn't have cheated on me I shouldn't have reacted that way, and then if you decide you want to get back together…”

He walked towards the back door.

“When you realize you don’t want to be with Dylan, and that I’m the right guy for you, I’ll be waiting.”

Chapter 24:

After throwing out the pizza, Dylan went upstairs to his room and I heard the music from his headphones all the way from downstairs.

“Dylan! Open the door!”
“What?” he asked as he opened it.
“Are you OK?”
“I’m fine, that jerk needs to stay away from you.”
“Em, look, you picked me. So, why does it seem like you care so much about Christian?”
“You know it’s not like that. Wait, did I just hear a knock at the door?”
“I’ll go check it out.”
“No, it’s fine. Stay here. Listen to music and calm down.”
“Ok, babe.”

I flew towards the front door, and without thinking, I opened it.
“Christian! Get out of here!”
“Emily, I just need to ask you one question. Only one question.”
“Fine, but then you HAVE to leave.”
“Why him, why wasn’t I good enough for you?”

I slammed the door in his face and walked over to the TV.


“I’m gonna kill him,” I thought to myself.

But when I opened the door, it wasn’t what I was expecting at all.

Because as soon as I opened it I was punched in the face. And that’s all I remember before waking up in my basement. Tied up to a chair.