Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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Tyler’s POV

I sat in my sell staring at the photo Amabel left me. A photo of my child. Our child. I still was in shock.

She didn’t cheat on me. Amy was just scared. Everything made sense now, but I fucked it up. I fucked everything up even more.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, jumping on my feet. I punched the wall repeatedly until my hand was a bleeding mess. How could I say all that shit to her? I didn’t mean a single word, but I was heartbroken thinking that she didn’t care for me.

“I love you!” her voice floated through my head. She fucking loved me and I degraded her.

I fell on my knees and cried. I fucking cried because I was hurting so much. Physically hurting. How did everything come to this? I stared down at the black-and-white photo that was now covered in blood and tears. Everything was ruined. How something as broken as Amy and me could be mended?

I didn’t know how long I had sat on the floor. Time had seemed to stop, but after getting dark outside, it was now bright. So it should be the next morning by now.

“What the fuck?” Grim spoke from the other side of the cell. I didn’t even acknowledge him.

“Oh my God, Tyler.” Mom whispered. The cell door got unlocked, and she rushed to my side. “Why did you do this?” She took my injured hand in hers. It was now swollen and covered in dried blood. Then she froze for a brief moment.

“What is this?” Slowly she reached for the ultrasound photo.

“Amy is pregnant.” I mumbled.

“Oh my. This is what she came to tell you?” Mom cried while chuckling in disbelief.

“Holly shit.” Grim towered over us.

“She didn’t cheat on me. She was just...” A fresh tear fell on the ground.

“It’s ok. Everything will be alright. You two will figure this out.” Mom said.

“Nothing will be ok! It’s fucked beyond repair!” I yelled out.

“Nothing is beyond repair. Trust me. You’ll go to her and you both will fix this, or so help me God, I will skin you two alive.” Mom threatened.

“Look at where I am! I am going to a fucking prison! It’s over.” I breathed out in defeat. There was nothing to be done.

“Nothing is over, because Travis is awake. He is dropping all the charges.” My head snapped in Grim’s direction. “Yeah. He woke up yesterday in the morning. Doctor’s says that he will recover completely.”

Relief flooded me. That fucker would be ok.

“I don’t understand.” I looked at both of my parents.

“Last night, I got a call from Travis’s lawyer. He said that Travis has regained consciousness and that he is dropping all the charges against you. He is a good guy.” Mom explained further, but I still didn’t understand.

“Why would he do that?” I asked.

“Apparently, he doesn’t blame you. You just need to get your anger under control. Though he did call you an asshole.” Grim smirked.

“So what? I’m free?” I couldn’t believe this.

“Yeah. You will have to take anger management classes two times a week for 6 month, but you are free to go.” Mom helped me up. “But before that, we have to take you to a hospital. Look at your fucking hand.” She shook her head.

It took another hour to sort out the paperwork. I was glad to be dressed in my own clothes that mom had brought me. After the paperwork, I was free to go. It was an unbelievable feeling walking out of the prison. I was convinced that I would be locked up for years, but there I was. Free.

After that I was taken to the hospital where they checked my hand. It was broken. As they called it, I had a boxer’s fracture and heavy bruising. They put my hand in a cast and discharged me.

“I want to see him.” I said before we walked out of the hospital. Mom understood what I meant and lead me to the third floor.

“Hi, we are here to see Travis Rakel.” Mom smiled politely at the nurse that sat in her station.

“Yes, of course. Do you know where to go?” The nurse asked, and my mom nodded her head.

We walked until she stopped at room number 304.

“I’ll be right here.” She squeezed my hand reassuringly.

I was nervous and not really sure what I was going to say, but I knew this had to be done.

“What a surprise. Never thought to see you here.” Travis said as I entered his room. Fuck, he looked bad. His whole face was swollen and unrecognizable. I did a good number on him.

“Never thought I would be here.” I answered.

“Then why did you come?” He asked, looking at me.

“I’m not really sure. I could say I’m sorry, but that wouldn’t make anything better, so why bother?” I shrugged my shoulders. I still didn’t like the guy.

“I suppose not.” He kept looking at me.

“I do want to know one thing, though. Did you really just tried to help Amabel? There ain’t no deeper feelings?” I had to hear this from him.

“I like her. I like her a lot. She is an amazing woman. Beautiful, sweet and smart. You had to be an idiot not to be attracted to her. But I also know that her heart is taken. And if there is one thing I would never do, that is to take another man’s woman. I am not that kind of guy. Look, I care for Amabel, so I tried to help. She was so scared. All that doubt in her mind was slowly consuming her. I saw how you looked at her and didn’t believe you would leave her, just because she was expecting your child. I tried to convince her to tell you the truth. I did convince her, but then you came at me.” I listen carefully and felt like crap. If only I had let them explained. Fuck! If only Amy had just told me the truth in the beginning, nothing of this would have happened. It was the fault of both of us.

“Why did you drop the charges? And don’t give me a crap, because both of us know I deserve to be locked up.” I glared at him.

“Because Amy deserves to be happy. The child deserves to have a father, and that can’t happen if you are locked up. I know your lifestyle. I know what kind of man you are. If it was not for her, I would gladly see you locked up. But I couldn’t do that to her.” Travis sighed. For a moment we looked at each other, but then I decided to speak up.

“Thank you for taking care of her.” I said, and I meant it. I wouldn’t thank him for dropping charges. He didn’t do it for me.

He didn’t answer me, just nodded his head as much as he could.

After that, there was nothing left to say, so I left.

“Everything alright?” My mom asked me as I walked out of the door.

“No, but I’ll make sure it is.”