He leans in closer to me, and the scent of vanilla, spearmint, and strong cologne filled my nostrils, "I want you to pack your shit.." He suddenly gets up from my ear and has a look of despise and hatred written across his face, "And get the hell out of here." That's the last thing he husked before spinning on his heel and turning away. "And what If I don't?" I blurt out without the realization of what I just said. He stops in his tracks and looks up at the ceiling. "You don't want to know the things I could do to you my love, it's best to obey my orders." That's the last thing he said as he walks away.