I am watching as Tyler places the note down in front of him on the bed. There is a look of pure terror that has now consumed his beautiful blue eyes. Behind the confusion, there is something more that he is hiding behind the façade. He is scared. He has a fear in him that I have only seen but once in him before. And that was the day that he walked out of that barn.
Did he hear my conversation with Brooke?
Every part of me hopes that he did not. I am yet to answer for that fateful night and for everything that happened. I can only imagine what this is going to do to him. I have not only betrayed and lied to him but, should Mark find me one day, I will put Tyler in harm all over again.
So after what seems for ten long uncomfortable minutes in silence, I ask for Doctor Cane and everyone else to leave the room. Then I turn to Tyler, and I know that the moment has now come; I need to tell him the truth before Detective Fletcher, whom I see is already hanging aroun
...Tyler POV... “Get out!” My voice echoes down the corridor of the hospital as I show for Jenna to immediately leave the room. Never did I think that Jenna shall treat me in such a way. My temper so wants to boil out of control. My anger has now reached its peak; how can she think that saying sorry to me is going to make anything better. I cannot believe the words that are coming from her mouth.Now let us take this into perspective, I have had my fair share of my own lies. And yes, it might have caused a rather trying time in our relationship, but nothing justifies what she has done. This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the woman you love. She shall not see my tears; she shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And do they cut deep? Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is
…Tyler POV… Guess it was failed from the start, yes it was a thrilling ride, but I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for, beyond all the craziness that filled our lives, I need to allow myself to remember why I did not want to get involved. What made it all worthwhile was having her in my arms. I always thought that I have no purpose if I did not have her presence in my life. With Jenna, I needed to prove myself as the man I wish she would desire. Guess I have failed myself, not even to mention her as well. Ya…I am soft. But to have beauty in your life is easy; to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she did complete my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing. Well, is that just not a bunch of Bullshit! I was
I have not spoken to Tyler since yesterday since we brought him home from the hospital. When I wake up this morning, he is still fast asleep, so I make my way down to the kitchen, where I decide to phone Sandra. "Morning, Sandra." "Morning, sweety. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, better than I have in a while." But she knows me all too well and knows that I am hiding something behind my trembling voice. "What is wrong, Jenna?" "Sandra, maybe I am not the right person for Tyler. I don't want to hurt him, but I think that maybe it is better that I leave him. I need to push him away." "Jenna, you know that it is not something you want to do." "Sandra, I have to. I need him to leave and forget about me. I have to. We cannot be together. I must just accept my fate, and Tyler needs to make peace with it." I hear a shuffle of feet behind me. I turn around. It is Tyler; he has listened to every word I said. He looks at me an
…Tyler POV… Jenna sent me a message last night, but I never returned one. Well, she sent me half a sentence; I honestly thought that she was playing for me, so I did not bother to answer. I am mad, and my heart is broken…again. How do you return to your life after something like this? What do I do with my life now? What do I do with myself now? I am a broken, messed up man. So I reach in my pocket for my phone, hoping that Jenna has changed her mind. There is nothing. I need to get away from this. I decide to go find Brooke instead. "Hey, Brooke." "Hey, Tyler." "Do you want to meet at the pub for a few?" "Of course, see you in half an hour." If anyone can make sense of anything, then it is Brooke. So half an hour later we meet at a pub down the road from me. "So, Tyler, what happened?" "She left me, Brooke." "Where is she?" "No, I am not sure." "What now?" "It's ov
I find myself back to the very place I ran away from again last night…back home with Tyler. I cannot do this to him. Not again. It is hard to begin to imagine what Tyler is going through, I have nothing but lied to him since the day that we met. So I can completely understand why he does not want me in his presence anymore, but we have come such a long way and I truly believe that our love is strong. I might not be the best wife, but I know that I am what he needs, and I do believe that he does want me. I am not proud of what I have done. The fact is I was completely out of control before I met Tyler. I was living a rather questionable lifestyle. The mere sight of him that day where he so pleasantly walked into my life, since that day I fell in love with him. And it was since that day that I vowed to be a better woman, the only thing I did not change about myself was the fact that I needed to keeps secrets. It is because of this very reason that we are standi
...Tyler POV... I lead Jenna off to the bedroom, as we push the door closed behind us, I feel somewhat of a small victory, for here is this girl that has taken all my senses away, and she is in sixty seconds going to be mine again. I see her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong now? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shock me to my core. Even though she is cold to the touch, her hands are as soft as feathers. "Tyler, we can't. I can't" Her eyes seem sincere as she looks at me with concern. She still has not let go of my hand; I feel her as she gently squeezes my palm. She sees me smile at the comfort of her touch and slowly lets go. Her fingers drag softly down my forearm, leaving tingles on my skin. I must fight every ounce of me not to grab hold of her hand again. I move a slight step closer. She wants to move away, but she seems
…Tyler POV… Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next. I have brought Jenna to a nice outdoor restaurant that plays live music on Sundays. She has just moved off into the crowd towards the dance floor. So I find myself scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glim
…Tyler POV… I am sitting somewhat worried that Jenna has not returned to the table yet. She has been gone for nearly half an hour, and it just does not feel right to me. So I make my way over to the bathroom, but just as I step inside to look for her… Everything goes black… I wake up. My head is pounding; it throbbing like hell. It feels like a freight train has made my head mush. Before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head. "Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the room bouncing back off the walls. With his next blow, I am out. Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am either in a very dark room, or it is night, possibly even both. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to the pole as well. Th