I hurried to Gya’s terminal as soon as I got off my plane in Chicago. I wanted to watch her get on her plane before I went off to hospitalize her boyfriend. She was sitting in a chair in the terminal, reading a book while waiting for her boarding call. I didn’t approach her. She didn’t know that I was even going to Chicago. I had made sure that my family told her that I was at a friend’s house for the day. I stood against a pillar that separated the terminal from the airport hallway and watched her. She looked tired and worn out. I could see traces of bruises on her arms and a cut near her left eye. It pained me to see her hurt like that. I stood there and watched until she boarded her plane. Then, I went out and got a cab to her house and got Kyle’s address from her father before going over to his house.

It was fortunate that he was the one that answered the door when I rang the bell because I would have injured anyone who opened the door.

“What the hell?!” he grabbed his eye and stared at me for a minute, probably trying to process who exactly I was. “You’re that Taylor guy! What are you doing here? Did Gya send you?!” he yelled. I growled and punched him again.

“She has no idea I’m here and you should not be hitting girls.”

Now, I am not normally a very violent person so I am not going to go into great detail about the fight between Kyle and I. All I will say is that I walked away with a bruise on my arm and Kyle was unable to walk away without help from his brother.

I got a flight home that afternoon and was back in Tulsa by 6 that night. I didn’t go directly home. Instead I went to a friend’s house.


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