Bad boys, bridges, and troubled love.

Chapter 20

** TYLER VERN**

I watched Ana walk out my door and I didn't have any words. She was in the hospital. She nearly died. What was I supposed to say?

What kind of man hits a girl? How does he look at himself in the morning? That bastard. Ana is a sweet, and amazing person. How could anyone hurt her?

Why did she walk out on me? I just wanted to show her more of my city, make her feel better after our heavy conversation. I shouldn't have even asked her, then she wouldn't be gone.

I glanced at my watch, shit it's 9, I should go visit mom.

I ran upstairs took off my pajamas and tried to find my favorite shirt. Where is it?

Oh, I gave it to Ana. She looks so small in my clothes. I remember how she said she loved my flannel. I wonder if she's in her room.

I turned to face her room, looking into the little opening in her curtains, but I can't see her. I checked under her curtains to see if she was on her floor, but she wasn't. What is this girl doing to me? I'm looking in her windows like a stalker.

But I need her. I need her to want me. She's the only girl I think about. If she doesn't want me, I don't know what I'll do.

** Ana Green **

I got up from my place on the floor after about 5 minutes, praying Tyler didn't see me.

I checked in his room, and the coast is clear. I can't believe I told him about Cam. It's the most horrific memory I have. And the sad part is, I'll never forget it.

And poor Alex, he found me, half dead on the floor. I never actually talked to him about it. I've been to afraid.

"Alex! Alex come here!" He sauntered into my room holding a donut.

"What?" I waved him over to my bed and he sat down next to me.

"I need to ask you something. You may not like it, but I need answers." His brows furrowed and he brought his last bite of food to his lips, but I stole it.

"Hey! That was a good donut."

"Oh yes, it is. But anyway, I have questions about last year. When you found me, after Cam, you know." He looked a little nervous, but I think he'll tell me.

"What do you want to know."

"The last thing I remember is being pushed and seeing Cam's angry face."

"I wasn't home when you fell. I was out. I came back home at about 11:30 and as soon as I walked in the front door, I saw you sitting in a pool of your own blood."

"How did you get me to the hospital?"

"I didn't want to call an ambulance, so I put you in the back of my car. I carried you through the E.R and mum was there. She was horrified. I think she almost broke down in tears right there."

"Oh poor mum. I feel awful."

"Then they had to surgically remove the glass from your torso. After they gave you your casts, they cleaned up some of your blood and they found all your bruises."

"How long was I out for?"

"About 3 days. Why didn't you tell anyone about what Cam was doing?"

"I was afraid. I didn't want people hating me."

"Hating you? They would've hated him!"

"I don't know. I was so scared of him. And ashamed."

"I figured out what was going on you know." What did he just say?

"You what?"

"I saw a few bruises on you, and I put it together. I was actually coming home that night to talk to you about it, but I was too late. If I had gotten home earlier, or if I hadn't gone out at all. I could've stopped it all."

"I honestly think it would've happened anyway. Cam had a serious anger issue and he's pushed me before. I've fallen quite a few times."

"I should've killed that mother fucker."

"That would've landed you in jail, and you, for some reason, keep me sane."

"I feel terrible. I don't even know how long you were lying there for."

"You came home at 11:30, and I saw the clock on the wall when Cam was fighting with me, and it was about 9:45." I saw his expression change to one of horror.

"Dammit An, I'm so sorry. If only I came home sooner. I would've stopped it."

"Alex, stop beating yourself up about this, seriously. It happened and I'm thousands of miles away from him. We don't have to deal with him ever again."

"I love you An, I really do. I'm so glad you're still here with us." I felt tears burning in my eyes but I held them back.

"Me too. Now go make me food. I'm hungry."

"Fine." He walked out and I fell back on my bed. He knew what Cam was doing?
Why didn't he talk to me sooner?

Sometimes I question my brother.

Now how do I deal with Tyler? He just expected me to go hang out after I told him something so dark? And what even are we?

He asked me out but I think in the midst of being drunk and my life almost ending, he forgot. We need to have a sit down conversation about what's going on. We need to get to know each other, and not just hook up. I need to know how he really feels.

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A/n: short chapter I'm sorry! My life has been insane the past month! I have a new job and sports and prom and blah. Don't worry, I just needed a bridge chapter so I can write what I need to in the upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading!