I sat in the back of the local diner, my head down facing the table. My mom stood behind the counter, watching me as I wait for Tyson to show up.
My mom advised me, well more like convince me to talk to Tyson here just show she could see how things actually turn out and if he decides to hurt me, at least my mom would be there right?
I sigh, as I look up for the third time and look at the door. My body was feeling anticipation cloud my body as I fidget with my fingers.
The bell above the door goes off, my eyes moving towards it. I watch as Tyson walks in the diner, his gaze moving around the diner as he tries to look for me. I tense up once his eyes finally land on me as he smirks and makes his way towards me.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" He asks as he slides into the booth taking
