Only once

Ty straightens and backs up a step, letting go of Libby as she gasps and flinches. He would have thought he'd just startled her, but he'd spoken and he knew she knew it was just him. Then having her cancel their date, Ty was almost too surprised to be hurt. It did sting a little though.

"But..." He didn't want to argue with her, but he didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? She wouldn't even look at him. He racks his brain about yesterday when he'd seen her. He'd gotten a little upset and had slammed a book shut, but they hadn't argued or anything. They'd kissed when they'd parted but he didn't think he'd been too forward or done anything wrong... had he? He replays it in his mind, making sure that he knew he hadn't been inappropriate. She'd smiled when she'd left so... it couldn't be that, could it?

At a loss, he finally shrugs. "Okay... I guess. I'll just... go then." He couldn't help the disappointment and confusion in his tone. Libby hadn't ever brushed him off like this before.

Turning to go, he gets halfway to the door when he stops again. This was all wrong. Something just wasn't right. He needed to know what had happened. Swiveling back around, he walks back up behind her again. "Libby..." He hated it that she wouldn't turn around. Determined to see her face so he'd know if it was really him or not, he moves around beside her and leans over so he can finally see her. His confusion multiplies. It was dim lighting down here, but he could still tell that she had more makeup on than normal. And were her eyes... swollen?

Concern overrides disappointment and Ty gently takes Libby's arm, forcing her to turn towards him, putting her face in more light. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was hiding something awful. Reaching towards her face, his palm softly cradles her face as his thumb barely touches her lip that he could see now had been split. Adrenaline makes his pulse quicken.

Bending lower to be at her eye level, he makes Libby look at him. She hadn't willingly told him what had happened, which signaled she might not, even if asked. Would she lie? He hoped not. "I'm only going to ask you once." His tone was quiet but hoarse with a firm sternness. His eyes dove into hers with a warning that if she lied, trust would be hard to come by afterward. "What happened?"