Poor Myla

Myla

After my damn breakdown in front of Deacon, I told him to leave my house; I screamed at him. He listened to me and didn't put up a fight, he just kissed me and left after he grabbed his shït. I felt so fücking bad but at the same time, I felt trapped and like I was losing myself just talking about the torture Tristan put me through. I was trying to keep Deacon from seeing my back but it was inevitable especially since neither of us have any plans of walking away from each other.

It's been three long days and I still haven't seen him. I miss his protective ass but I'm too ashamed to reach out to him after the way I treated him the other night. He's texted me asking if I'm okay and my stubborn ass hasn't messaged him back.

I guess it's my subtle way of distancing myself from him so I don't get hurt all over again. I don't see Deacon hurting me, then again I didn't think Tristan would either; my back says otherwise, though. He'd beat me almost every damn day even if I was good for h