The drive to the ranch is quiet; Tyler has been staring out the window most of the time. I tried speaking, but it is like my words are falling on death ears. I can feel the heaviness hanging in the air, pain radiating from his body.
Before we reach the city, I need to stop for gas, the very same gas station I have been stopping every time I make this trip.
As I come to the store clerk to pay, he immediately recognizes my face. There is a slight smile filled with confusion playing in his eyes, “Don’t tell me your dream fell through again.”
I look on over to the truck, and the attendant follows my eyed, “My dream is in that truck.” I pause for a moment and turn to look at the clerk again, “His body is there, but his mind is gone.”
“Well,” he starts, and there is genuine concern in his voice, “Whatever happened, I am sure time will heal his wounds.”
I only but give h
It's been two weeks; the nightmares are not getting any better; I don't see him at all during the days, I spent my nights awake watching over him and crying for him. It should be the happiest part of our marriage, but it's not; he is going through something awful that I can't even begin to understand.I need to talk to him.There is something I need to tell him.I find him out by the stables.“Hey, baby.” I hand him a cup of hot coffee.I reach out to give it to him, and I cannot help but noticed how his hands are shaking. “Thank you.” He only but mumbles from underneath his breath.I move a little bit close to him and sit down on the bench next to him, “Baby, we need to talk.”“Jenna, I am not in the mood for you telling me how you don't understand and how you want to help me.” 
...Tyler POV…There is a lot that can happen in a split second that can change your life, that can change a man. You might think at the time it is the best thing to do but it can turn around and be your greatest regret.I thought I was walking into it as a man that wanted to save his wife but I walked out a ruined and broken man. A man that will never be the same.I play it off in my head over and over again. One second I am staring a crazed monster in the face then next he is on the floor. The second his lifeless body hit the floor my own life became lifeless.I cannot face Jenna, I don't know if it is because I feel ashamed or because I feel like a monster. This is the week that should be my honeymoon but I cannot be around her, I don't want to be around anyone at this moment or even in the near future.She is trying her best to be supportive and to understand but I am n
Tyler seems to be better. The news of our baby that is on the way has cleared his head in some way and he has escaped from the demon that has to hold him back in his mind.Or that is what I have thought.Last night was torture, not only for me but for him as well. The nightmares seem to have crept their way back into his soul. I did not but sleep one wink out of desperation to get him from where he went running off again.I thought he had escaped the place where he had gone, but yet he is back again. The man that I love has become but a shelf of who he is. He has forgotten all the good things that need to keep him here.As we sit for breakfast this morning, which he reluctantly had been forced to do, I can see that hollowness has returned to his mind.Tyler is gone from me again and I have, once again, no way in saving him from himself. I thought that the news of our baby would keep him back, get him away and save him from the monster that has take
It does not take me but a second and I drop the phone and race over to Tyler. I find him lying on the floor in the stables. As I look over at him, I see he is not moving. There is blood. There is so much blood. I cannot see where it is coming from. I call his name. There is no answer. I shake him. He does not respond. I try to find his pulse. I feel nothing. There is nothing. He is not responding.It comes faster than a crashing wave over my body, "Tyler!"The pain knocks my breath away, and I cannot breathe, "Tyler!" I shake him harder than I have ever shaken anyone in my life ever before."Tyler, Please wake up!" My words mean nothing. He is not moving.I beg, and I beg, and I plead, I say the words over and over, "Please, please, please, please wake up!"There is a deafening silence; the world has stopped. There is nothing but horror. My words are stuttering; I am totally lost; my world is shattered in pieces. Why is he not waking up? Why is he
It has now been two days; there is absolutely no improvement with Tyler. I have been talking to him, hoping that it will bring him back, but that is not even working. I am beginning to lose hope; my heart is fearful that this is it; we have been stealing second chances all our lives, maybe they are up.Doctor Cane says I should have faith, but how can you have faith if the person you have faith in is not even here. There is no such thing as miracles either; they are just a pure coincidence that something has come together.Since the accident, I have not been home; I don't want to see that place, there are too many memories there, good memories, memories of a life spent together. One day these times spent in this hospital room will become a memory too.It reminds me of the place where we would have raised our child, where we vowed to spend our lives together, pledge our undying love, promised always to be there for each other, now even that lives in ruin.
It has now been a week. They have moved him to another room; at least there is some sunshine and a couple of birds outside singing. There is still no improvement. I am struggling to see the future. They say that there comes a time that you need to make peace with what could the outcome of a situation; I am bordering on that line of peace and hope.It becomes dangerous when you give up on hope and faith; you are not only letting go of the situation but also of yourself. You stop waiting; then you stop caring, then you stop living. You become the shadow of the person you were before; a black hole swallows you in, and there you stay, not by accident but by choice.How can it be possible for someone to be gone for so long? Is he that lost that he can not find his way back?I am soon ripped from my thoughts as Doctor Cane enters the room, I have really been giving him a real hard time, but he does understand. He, too, feels frustrated, and his heart hurts just as bad
It has now been a week, five days, and twenty hours. I have started caring less, not for Tyler but for myself. As every day passes, I hate myself more and more; why did I do this to him, why did I have to go run after another man and turn him into a complete monster. He was always there, no matter how small or how bad. He believed in me no matter what I did, no matter where I went. He loved me more than I would really ever know. Doctor Cane said I must meet him today to talk about Tyler's progress; there might just be some hope for this dire situation; maybe this time, I am the one that found a miracle. So, it is with great anticipation, but most fear that I am waiting for Doctor Cane in Tyler's hospital room. As I see him walking up to me, it is hard to read his face; I don't know where this will go. "Hi, Jenna." "Hi, Doctor Cane." "Please come sit down." "What's wrong? Is it Tyler?" I watch as he swallows real hard, a
The time is going by faster than I have been counting. It is crawling to two weeks at a rather alarming pace and yet, there is no improvement in Tyler at all. I beg Doctor Cane every day just to give it one more chance. We have been stealing chances and I fear the day that they are going to run out. I am not ready to give up on Tyler. I know that he is in there, he just needs to find his way back home. Each night, as silly as it may seem, I burn a candle hoping that it will help him find the light and step back into our world. Yes, the rambling thoughts of a woman that has almost no strength in her left. Yet, I need to be strong for our baby. I cannot give up on living and I cannot give up on hope. But giving up is a question that we have been talking about a lot lately. The thing is, that day when I found Tyler on the floor, I found his gun only but inches away from his body. The blood was so much that I could not see if he was should or mere
…Tyler POV… The countdown has begun. In as little as eight hours, I will be taken to the theatre. Right now, every bit of this is scary. Yet, the only thing that remains in my mind that is a constant is the fear that I will not see beyond the eighth hour. Everything pays the price…even love. We are paying the price for the bad things in our past, for the bad people we have left behind. I would like to say that my past has come to haunt me, but when you truly reflect, it is Jenna that has left a string of monsters behind. Now in no way am I blaming my wife for what has happened, but I just wish that there was a point where she was more honest. So, there have come uncomfortable silences between us as we sit and count down the minute in slow agony and some anticipation of hope. I will be honest, I went from frightened to despondent, and angry when I heard the word come from the Doctor…blood clot…apparently you get different sizes, and min
As the ambulance gets to the hospital, we find the Doctor is already waiting for us on the steps. But the moment that Tyler sees the wheelchair, he changes his mind. "I will not go in there if you put me in that thing. I can walk!" "Tyler, you are still very weak; please, you won't be able to walk so far." "No, Jenna, I say no wheelchair." I nod to the Doctor that very reluctantly pushes it away. He comes and helps them to help him out of the ambulance. The instant he sees how pale his face is looking, he is immediately concerned. "Let's get you to a bed; I need to do more tests." "No tests!" If I thought that coming to the hospital mean that they can do tests, it seems that I have completely misunderstood the concept of why we are here. "Tyler, please, remember how we said they must see what is wrong?" "Yes?" "Now, please, they need to do tests to see what has changed from the last time we were here."
…Jenna POV…Last night we decided that Tyler will be going ahead with the operation, now if I say that he is not petrified I would be lying. We have faced so many challenges in our lives, but this will be by far the toughest. Yet, I am so grateful that he will not be facing this one on his own. I will be there every step of the way. I am that silver lining that he needs when he feel that the clouds around him are getting too dark. So I am going to do absolutely everything to show him how much I love him. I don't know how to give love, but I will try my damnedest to show him.But if there is one thing that I can say about Tyler, then it is the man has a heart beyond compare, especially with the devotion he shows to those he loves and the lengths that he shall go to protect them. I so did expect him to be a different man out here, but he has not lost one bit of the part of him that he was back home.This morning, I have decided to make breakfast for
…Tyler POV…In a strange way, I feel calm, I think, even though I truly don’t think it is the right word to say, but I am relieved that I know now what is wrong. At least we know what we are fighting for. And even though I feel somewhat awful, the dizziness at times seems to be rather unbearing. But I feel as if I have had a breath of fresh air; I know that I can get through this, no matter how bad it gets.But first, I know of a little woman that needs a good spanking, for she has just slapped me on my ass. Before she even knows what I am doing, I throw her over my shoulder and start to carry her out of the kitchen to the bedroom. She kicks and wiggles as best as she can, but I hold her firmly in place."Tyler." She softly whispers. "Put me down.""Sorry, I cannot do that."She squirms, and she moans, "I have two feet. I can walk.""Nah,” I only but chuckle, “I am not letting you get away."I tak
Tyler really struggled last night, the headaches and dizziness were beyond what he could bear. I sat with him in my arms the whole night while he was crying in complete agony. Every single second was pure torture for me, once again I cannot help him. Just the way that his body trembled in my arms was enough to render me helpless. I cannot protect the man I love, what type of woman does that make me.After much protest this morning, I brought him out to the creek. It is early morning and the sun is just starting to tickle the horizon. I lead him towards some shaded trees right in the middle of almost nowhere. The smell of sweet flowers that are coming into bloom fills the air. Nearby on a tree branch sits a bird humming a beautiful song welcoming the new day. Everything else almost seems quiet; it's peaceful, it's perfect.I thought I would do something nice for him and make him a picnic out in the fresh cool air. He has been stuck inside for most of the day since we go
…Jenna POV…I am struck by absolute terror as I leap my way over to where Tyler has fallen back into the chair, “Tyler, what is wrong?”"I don't know, I just got so dizzy, and I fell. Can we please go home? I am really not feeling well.""Don’t you think that we need to see a Doctor? We are here now. It is the second time that you have fainted in two days now.""No, please, can we not just go home?"With that, I hook my arm around his waist and pull his frail body off the chair. His entire body is shaking, and he has gone paler than all fifty shades of white. My heart sinks, and I feel completely helpless; it looks as if he is in total agony, and there is a terrified look in his eyes.And terrified we make our way to the car, not for one minute do I let go. I lay him down on the passenger seat and cover him with my jacket. His body is still trembling, but he tries his best to hide it. God, it breaks my heart.
...Tyler POV... When you strive for happiness, look towards perfection. Perfection is what my eyes behold…Jenna Moore. And beyond those layers that cover that beautiful bump of her belly is a miracle. What else is a miracle is getting her out of bed this morning. We are supposed to go to the Doctor today to have our first scan done, but she reckons that the Doctor can wait for her. “Baby, you need to get up. We are going to be late for our appointment.” “He can wait for me.” “Baby, the doctor, can’t wait for you; that is why you make something called an appointment.” Well, here comes a pillow flying at me. "Baby, I am going to drag you out of bed in that godawful pajamas if you don't get up now." She only huffs and pulls the blankets even further over her head, "Just for that, I am going in my pajamas." "Then rather stay because I don't want to be seen dead with you in those things. Why did you buy them
It is with great concern that I sit with Tyler’s head resting on my lap. He seemed to have fainted, and we are patiently for him to wake. Brooke believes that he must be completely exhausted, for he has not slept but a wink since I have been gone.So as I watch him flutter open his eyes, there is a great relief that flows over my body, “Baby, are you okay?”He mumbles softly under his breath as he grabs at his head, “What happened?”“You fainted. Are you okay?”He goes silent for a few seconds, I can see a fear creeps in his eyes, but he only waves me off, “I am just exhausted. Come, let’s go home.”The drive home is fairly quiet; not much is said about what happened. Nobody dares to mention how reckless I was. I know the conversation shall come up; if I am going to be prepared, well, we will have to wait and see that.I might have said this before, and I shall say it once again. Li
…Jenna POV…I have been waiting for this moment for far too long, and the pleasure it is bringing to my very bones is near that of sexual satisfaction. Not truly, but there is nothing so satisfying as the dumbfounded expression on Brendan's face. Her face has gone from a slight pink to completely pale.But before he can ask me once more what it is that I mean by my words, I watch as a rather intimidating man, who is only but for a few inches away, presses his gun into Brendan’s side. His voice hitch, and his entire body stiffen. In total surprise, he looks at me."Brendan, you do need to be careful what you wish for. You of all know that you should not tempt fate. Fate has come to take a rather large chunk out of your ass.""You, you," he stutters, "You will pay for this.""Now, do you really want to come back for revenge? Please let us save ourselves the miserable chase and grand build-up, for I shall get mine first.""B