If Only

Chapter 14 - Point of No Return

When there is light, a shadow appears

The cause and effect

When life interferes

-Sleeping at Last; Sorrow

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Sammy POV

My feet took me towards the door before I was even able to fully wrap my head around the situation. Everyone was obviously caught somewhat off guard at Tyson's sudden appearance, judging by the looks on their faces.

I couldn't believe what was happening right now, I didn't want to believe it. Greyson was right behind me, following me as I walked towards Tyson.

"You've got a lot of fucking nerve," Zane seethed, taking a step towards Tyson that had me rushing forward. Tyson got a hard look in his eyes, the same one he got before he started to throw me around like I was nothing.

"Tyson-" I began, stepping in front of Zane as if I could block him from whatever Tyson was about to unleash.

"Going to explain yourself?" he said, leaning against the doorframe to support his weight. He was absolutely hammered, barely able to get the words out.

"I-" I began, but was cut off by the livid voice behind me.

"She doesn't have to tell you a goddamn thing," Greyson growled, coming up to stand right in between Tyson and I, almost as if he was forming a wall in front of me. I tried to step around but he held out his arm, preventing me from doing so.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Tyson spat, watching the way Greyson stood between the two of us. To me, Tyson always looked huge and intimidating, but standing next to Greyson made him look different. His slim build was nothing compared to Greyson's large, muscular one. Tyson had to crane his head up as he looked at Greyson, a challenge in his eyes.

"Get the fuck off my property," Greyson said in response, not giving his question the time of day and staring at him with the most menacing look I think I had ever seen anyone wear. Tyson blinked slowly, breaking Greyson's gaze and looking at me, his lip curling in disgust. I saw Greyson's hand twitch from the corner of my eye.

"Gladly," Tyson stated, reaching out to grab my arm from behind Greyson. "We're leaving."

Greyson released a growl at that, planting both of his hands against Tyson's chest to shove him backwards. Tyson stumbled, his back slamming against the pillar attached to the porch as he released a grunt. He braced against it with his hand, regaining his footing to prevent himself from toppling to the ground. He began laughing humorlessly, his tone showing he was anything but amused.

"Gonna let him push me around like that?" he spat at me, and I couldn't help the way my body shook as his anger became directed at me and me only.

I opened my mouth to respond, but shut it just as fast. Whose side was I supposed to take here? Obviously, Greyson was in the right. Tyson was out of line and needed to settle down. But Tyson was my boyfriend, a fact I had been blissfully ignoring these past few hours, I thought with no absence of shame and guilt.

"Leave. Now," Zane ordered, anger dripping from his tone. Everyone else was standing behind us at the doorway now, their features contorted into ones of fury and concern.

"Come home after you're done whoring yourself around, Sammy," Tyson slurred, his eyes darting between Zane and Greyson.

It was as if a smoky haze formed around us after that, the words having caused something to snap. Greyson charged forward, raising his fist to deliver a powerful blow to Tyson's face.