(Lillian’s P.O.V.)

Ryan James Brock? Are you kidding? No, I'm not working with him! 

I go to my room, number 8 in the studio. I walk in the soundproof room. My fingers go over my walls, the millions of "Ryan has broken me, and Ryan James Brock with an X over it." I bang my fists on the wall violently, not feeling the pain of my knuckles bleeding against the wall. Tears spill out of my eyes. 

Just to my luck I would have the person who broke me be over everything I do..right? In the midst of my crying, the doors open to reveal a brown haired, grey eyed boy I was once very familiar with. His eyes travel to my small bloody hands and a look of worry takes over his features. He runs to me and screams "Lillian!" I look over to see his body walking towards me. 

I back up, not wanting him to come near me. He says "Lillian, I'm not going to hurt you." I yell "You already did once, just shut up and go away!" Pain attacks my heart before it ever gets physical. He stammers "I-I know I did." 

My crying gets harder. I loved him. Really I did. He stood there, watching me break continually saying I didn't love him. He has broke me, hurt me, and destroyed me yet, here he is, ready to clean up my bloody knuckles and simply walk back into my life like nothing happened between us, but it did. 

I look away and run out the room, blood dripping to my wrist. I text Adam, "I'm sorry, had to go home, he was through for the day and we aren't getting along." He replies "It's fine Lillian, I'm sure it'll get better, I'll see how to make you two get along." I clench my phone tightly, surprised it didn't shatter and leave the studio. 

How long is he supposed to be here? Why out of all people...him? Why him?