Here is the next chapter everyone! I hope you enjoy it and let me know your thoughts!
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August 7th, 2017

"Agh!!" Dylan sat up from his bed in a frantic.

He sat there,

taking in deep breaths,

sweat dripping down his forehead.

His heart was pounding against his chest.

Sighs formed from his lips, now eyes glancing towards his bed stand.

12:52am

"Ugh," Dylan mumbled to himself, climbing his legs over his sheets.

Why was it so hot in August?

He couldn't sleep.

His thoughts were swarming.

She was filling his mind.

Dylan stepped out of his bed and stood on the hardwood floor.

He started to pace,

back to the window,

and forth to the living room.

He squinted his eyes.

Jasmine....

"You can't get away from me," the feminine voice stated, her words slithering out the sentence.

"Y-Yes I can! I'm not your property."

"Really? You think you're free from me?"

Dylan couldn't see.

It was pitch black.

All he felt was something tugging around his waist. He looked down.

Chains.

He tried to pull on them but they were too tight.

"Dill?"

The young man looked up.

There stood Samantha across the way.

"Are you coming?"

Dylan looked down at his chains.

He couldn't move anywhere.

He was strapped.

"You aren't going anywhere."

Dylan turned his head behind him to see Jasmine stand there, holding the chain around her wrist, one hand grasping the metal tight.

He looked back at Sam.

She was distraught.

"Dylan?"

"I-I can't move..."

"Why?"

Dylan swallowed, "I'm trapped."

Samantha crossed her arms at him, "I thought I was your girlfriend."

Jasmine smirked, "I'll always be connected to him, sweetheart," She edged closer to the other woman, "Everywhere you two go, the memory of me and our past will always be there."

She was now inches from Sam's face, "Better make some room for three."

Suddenly, Jasmine shoved Samantha on the floor with no care in the world.

"Get away from her!!"

Dylan yanked on the chains, tugging at the with all his might.

But he couldn't.

He wasn't strong enough...

His ex laughed at him, the one laugh he used to admire, "Dylan, you really thought it'd be that easy? You're more pathetic than I first thought."

"Get out....."

"Get out, get out, get out!!" Dylan shouted at nothing, his hands now on his head.

He heard the laughing inside his ears but there was no one in his apartment but him.

They were inside him....

"You're...not real!"

"Oh Dylan, I was someone real," her voice lingered inches from him, "I was your lover, your everything, your whole world."

Her breath tickled his cheek.

"I gave you everything you've ever wanted. You loved me and there's no hiding from that...."

Dylan's body began to shake.

A tear escaped his eye.

He felt sick.

He felt weak.

The young man sunk to the hardwood under him, cradling his legs in his arms.

"Get out."

He was confused.

"Get out."

He was mad.

"Get out."

He was scared.

"GET. OUT."

Dylan stood up and grabbed the nearest thing to him and chucked it against the wall.

It shattered on impact, shards of glass flying to the floor.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! GET OUT! GET—."

He stopped, choking into a sob.

"Fu€k!"

He kicked a chair across the room.

The man stood there in silence for a long time, crying in his place.

He couldn't do this.

He needed her.

Dylan walked over to his bedroom towards his nightstand.

He felt his hands quiver as he held his cellphone.

The man dialed the number.

Ring ring....

Click...

Pause.

"Hello?"

Dylan croaked, "Hey Sam...can you please come over?"