Tyler's POV

We had just beat Chicago 7-3, and we played a pretty great game. As a celebration, we decided to go out to a bar after the game. We filed out of the locker room one by one; I drove to the bar with Phil. We arrived there and as we got inside, we spotted some of our teammates at a VIP table off to the side. Phil and I walked up to the bar to grab some beers, when I spotted a girl sitting a few seats down from us, with a guy trying to get her to dance with him.

I was waiting for the bartender to bring our beers over, when I saw her turn the girl's chair around and try to pull her into him. He pulled too hard and she slipped off the chair, shook his hand off her and walked past me to the front door. The guy started to follow her when I stepped in front of him.

"Fuck off, man." He slurred

"Just leave her alone. There's a free seat at the bar, go sit down and have a water or something." I said to him. He rolled his eyes and turned around towards the bar. I looked at Phil and told him I'd be right back. He nodded and we walked in opposite directions.

I turned and went outside to see the girl leaning against the wall beside the bar. She looked up at me, when both our eyes widened-she was the waitress from this morning.

"Hey...you okay?" I asked her. She wasn't in her waitress clothes, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. She was at least 4 inches shorter than me, with straight hair and an amazing body.

She looked up at me and lightly smiled, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks. And thanks again for this morning."

I smiled back at her, "Not a problem."

We both had our back against the wall, when she turned to me and introduced herself.

"I'm Paige."

I nodded my head.

"I'm Tyler. This is fun, but it's just a bit cold out here, care to come inside?" I said to her

She chuckled lightly, "You basically live in a rink, this bothers you?" After she said that, she frowned a little.

"You know who I am?" I asked her.

She laughed again. "How could I not, I live in Toronto, don't I?"

I smirked, it was nice meeting a girl who wasn't a puck bunny.

"Well I'm wearing a lot less layers than I would in a game."

She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. "Okay, let's go inside, princess."

We walked towards to front door when I turned to her and asked if she wanted to sit at the VIP table with the team. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded, so I led her over to the table consisting of Phil, Joffrey, Kadri, Gardiner, and a few other players.

We got to the table and I sat down in front of a beer, beside Phil, with Paige sitting beside me. As we sat down, we had a few strange looks shot my way. Phil nudged me, but I ignored him.

"This is Paige, Paige, this is Phil -you guys met-, Joffrey, Naz, and Jake." She smiled and waved to everyone. I turned to Phil and reminded him that they met this morning.

Everyone was buzzing about how we won our game tonight, while I was sitting there, looking at how Paige was so included into the conversation, talking about the game and mingling with the team. I wanted to know her, so I stealthily grabbed her phone and inserted my number into it. Before I locked it, I noticed how she had 4 missed calls from a random number. I ignored it and very obviously gave back her phone. She turned to look at me.

"What did you do to my phone?" She asked me, starting to unlock it and go through every app.

I laughed and just waited. Suddenly she snorted when she showed me the name I gave myself in her contacts.

"'The coolest guy you know', and how do you know you're the coolest guy I know. Maybe I'm best friends with Leonardo Di Caprio!"

"If he was your best friend, do you think you'd be living here, or in Los Angeles?" I said.

"Touché, Mr. Bozak."

We had a couple more beers after that, but every once in a while Paige would slip her phone into her lap and click something I couldn't see. We were having a lot of fun, but it was getting late.

She muttered "fuck" after reading something on her phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Meredith left with some guy, so I'm walking alone."

"Don't worry, I can drive you home." I told her.

Her eyes reached mine. "Are you sure? I'm fine with walking..."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's like 2am and freezing, I can drive you." I assured her.

She muttered "alright" and shook her head, smiling. Phil and I grabbed our jackets, and the three of us said our goodbyes and were soon in then car, Paige directing me where to drive.

We soon pulled up to an apartment building, where Paige thanked us and climbed out of the car, walking towards the front entrance of her apartment.

I hoped I would see her again.

*PAIGES POV*

I walked into my elevator, rethinking the events of the night. The bell dinged at my floor, where I got off the elevator smiling, while on my phone. I reached my front door, where I realized someone was now standing behind me.

Chills were sent down my spine when I realized who was behind me. I gritted my teeth when he spoke.

"Are you cheating on me? Is that why you couldn't answer my phone calls?" He said

I balled my fists and turned around. "Jeremy, we're over, and I was out with some friends."

He took a step towards me and I swallowed hard. "I don't think you get it. We're over when I say we're over."

Suddenly I was pressed up against my door, where he covered my mouth with his hand. He pressed his body into me so I couldn't move, and snatched my keys out of my hand, and unlocked my door. He pushed me inside and onto the floor. While he locked the door I tried to get up and run, but he was too close, and grabbed me by my leg. He grabbed me by the hair and walked me to the bedroom, where he closed the door and threw me hard onto the bed, slamming my head on the wall.

He walked over and slapped me hard, my mouth suddenly tasting metallic from blood. He climbed on top of me, holding my arms down, and suddenly pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. He pointed it at me and held it to close too my throat, freezing me in place. I stopped trying to scream and squirm. He smirked devilishly, grinding into me. Before he could try anything else, I grabbed the knife, kneed him in the groin, and skipped out from under him. I ran into the other room where I had a knife in one hand and a phone in the other. He walked out soon after, half laughing. He walked towards the door, but turned around stared at me with such dark eyes.

"If you tell anyone-ANYONE- you're as good as dead." Then he walked out the door.

I realized I was holding my breath, and suddenly let it out when he left. I ran over and locked the door, slumping down against it and sobbing into my hands.

I sat there for a few minutes before collecting myself, and walking into the bedroom. I grabbed my phone, and texted Jay, saying I couldn't come into work tomorrow. After, I slept on the couch, I couldn't stand being in that bedroom.

Notes

shit just got real so I'm changing the rating to R soo yeah
thanks for reading :)