It took a long time to realize that I was in a bad place with you, Tyler. Love doesn't hurt. Love doesn't threaten your life. Love doesn't slam your head against walls. Love doesn't hold someone down while you forcefully fuck them because they won't give you what you want when you want it. I thought what we had was love, Ty. It wasn't. It was pain. It was hurt. It was letting you abuse me time after time without repercussion. Love also doesn't mean secretly recording you while you have sex and put it up for the joy of others on PornHub. You took and took and took from me, Ty. You hurt me in so many ways. I'm not letting you do that again. I can't. You've already broken me once, and that time you never once came to see me in the hospital.

He gives me everything you couldn't. He's kind and attentive. He listens, he makes me laugh, and most of all? He makes me feel safe. He's never once laid hands on me in ways I don't like. He's never called me a bitch or a whore because of what I do, or to get at me when I don't want to have sex. He doesn't make me feel less than. Ever. Not even once. I don't need a private jet, your black card. I don't need him to buy me things, Ty. I don't want "things." I never wanted things to make me happy. All I ever wanted was you. You to treat me with respect and kindness. It's taken a really long time to understand and realize this, but I have. I don't want you, Tyler. I want him.

Please get help. Please get help for whatever is going on with you that you just can't fucking let go of me. Please leave me alone. I don't want to be with you. I'm not telling you where I live now. I'm not telling you anything. Don't even try having your men try and find where this email is coming from. I have things set in place so it won't show that.

This is the one and only correspondence I'm giving you. Please let go. I'm begging you. You're still everywhere around me...haunting me. Stop trying to be my ghost or my shadow. Don't try to figure out who he is because he won't give you anything, either. I'm in love with someone, and it isn't you. Not anymore. I need to move on with my life, and without you in it. Goodbye, Tyler.

~Summer

Summer,

Hello, dear. Your father and I would really like to come to Charleston to see you and your sisters for your birthday since you refuse to come home to visit. We do miss you, darling. Are you seeing anyone? Tyler has called us a couple times. I've asked that he not call us again, or else we'll get the authorities involved. He just laughed and hung up. I know he has people in his back pocket. How you got mixed up with that trash, I don't know. You really need to choose your men better. Your father has been nothing but a wonderful role model for what you should look for in someone. But, as I've learned, you are going to do what you're going to do. Shame. Anyways, please let me know. Otherwise we can plan for another time.

I already have plans for my birthday, so can we plan on another time? I don't know when...just...another time.

You're just gonna go and post a picture like that to Instagram? Fucking cocktease. CJ must not mind that you're a whore then, huh? What's his full name again? That's right. Christopher Jameson Cutshall. Served two years for intent to sell? Didn't graduate from high school, nor does he have a GED? Wow. You know how to fucking pick them. You always were a dumb fucking bitch. Proves it even more now. I see he's from Atlanta. I'm getting closer to you, baby. You will be mine again. Tick. Tock.....tick....tock....