Bad boys, bridges, and troubled love.

Chapter 19

I felt the sunlight streaming in and hitting my face. What time is it?

I felt really hot, too hot for my taste. Tyler was wrapped around me like a vine. His arms hugging my waist, and his legs tangled in mine. My head was on his chest and I admired how he looked in the morning sun. He's gorgeous. Perfectly straight nose, and a jawline that is as sharp as a razor.

His blonde hair was all messy, but it looked hot. He started to wake up, and I was greeted with a smile when he did.

"Good morning." he flashed his pearly white teeth. He kissed my forehead and looked down to me.

"Morning."

"Do you want some breakfast?"

"Sure, that would be great." We both stood up and got dressed. I changed into one of Tyler's flannels and some shorts of his.

"Shall we?" He ushered me out of his room and down to the kitchen.

"Do you want cheese on your eggs?"

"Yes please." Tyler went about making our food while humming some tune.

Several minutes later, he sat down next to me and we ate our food.

"Holy cow these are amazing!"

"Why thank you. I try."

"You need to consider being a chef the stuff you can make is unreal." I'm sure I look less than lady like while shoveling eggs into my mouth.

"More of a hobby."

"Well think about it."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I had a mouthful of eggs and my answer was muffled.

"Don't feel like you have to answer, ok?"

"Just ask me."

"Last night when you got in the shower, I saw a scar on your waist. I saw it this morning too. What is that?" I stopped my fork in midair. Why, oh why did he see the scar? I should've been more careful. I wasn't thinking.

"Oh it's nothing." I nervously ate my eggs. I felt Tyler's eyes burning into me.

"Ana, please," he put one hand on mine. "tell me." I swallowed my food and turned to him. Here we go.

"Remember I told you about Cam, my old boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Well, we broke up for more than one reason." I was scared to tell him this. I haven't told anyone else. "He was, abusive." He just looked at me, and I can't tell what he's thinking.

"He hit me once, and said he was sorry. Then it kept happening, and he would say he was sorry, then he'd blame me, say I did something wrong. I ended up in the hospital. He pushed me and I slammed my head against the wall and fell down some stairs. I took a glass vase with me and that's what the scar is from. I had a broken leg, broken arm, 3 fractured ribs and a concussion." He isn't saying anything. This is why I don't tell people, so I don't get this reaction.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you Ana. Nobody should have to deal with that shit."

"Well, Alex beat the shit out of him and slept with the girl he liked so I guess I got my revenge."

"How long ago did it happen?"

"I was in the hospital in May."

"And the scar never healed?"

"The piece of glass was pretty deep in my side. It probably won't heal ever."

"Where were you when he pushed you?"