After what has been the longest month of my life, Tyler has opened his eyes and is speaking. There is no word to describe how I feel that he has finally seen that light and followed it home. But apart from being back here with us talking, I can see there is a confused look in his eyes. There is still something that is haunting him in those eyes.
I need to be patient with him to see what he can remember, I need to see if he can remember what happened that got him here. The thought of having to deal with a ghost of a man all over again does set the fear into my horror. So yet, I wait patiently for him to speak while Doctor is giving him a quick check-up.
“Jenna, what happened? Why am I in hospital.?”
I look at Doctor Cane, waiting for him to tell me that it is okay to Tyler what has happened. “Tyler, you were in an accident. Can you not remember?”
He touches the bandages on his head and that confusion grows even more, “What type of accident?”
I
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… 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