Tyler
I began banging on Cole’s door. Right now, I really didn’t care what I was putting at risk. I didn’t. He had no right to get close to her.
Immediately, Cole opened the door.
I pushed past him, grabbing him by the neck. He tried to free himself, but it only made my grip tighten. He tried calling my name as he clawed at my hand, but all I kept picturing was his eyes popping out of his head, because that was what he deserved.
He kicked back, but I wasn’t letting go.
“Ty—ler…” he choked, his fingers digging into my wrist, trying to pry them off, but I only held tighter.
The anger inside me was taking over, and I wanted to kill him. I tried to calm down, to stop myself, but I couldn’t. And there was something about Cole. He wasn’t fighting back, apart from trying to free himself. He
