Tyler's POV
I need to swallow my ego, I say to myself as I pull the car to a halt in front of the bordello. I am having mixed feelings about coming here. I am not supposed to be here but I find myself driving down here just to have a glimpse of Brenda to know if she is fine or not.
I keep telling myself that I am just concerned about her because I was leading her on by telling her I like her but I know that is not it. I just want to hear her voice, I want to see her and if possible talk to her.
As I watch the house bubbling with life, the sudden dread of not seeing her ever again engulfs me.
What if she has committed suicide? What if she is still alive but she hates me now? What if she doesn't talk to me?
I thought I was doing the right thing when I made a decision not to
