Chasing My Dreams

Chapter 13

Semi edited.

~~~Charlotte's pov~~~

After about an hour Tyler finally calmed down, we got up on the bed and just cuddled, and eventually he fell asleep.

I brushed his hair off his forehead as I watched him sleep.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

This man has been through too much.

I somehow manage to unravel myself from him so I can go to the bathroom.

Once I get to the safety of the bathroom I turn on the faucet to drown me out and let my emotions break through.

I sit on the floor and sob for the man that I love, for all that he's going through.

Someone so amazing and such a good person shouldn't go through this, especially after what he went through as a kid. It's just not fair.

Not only is addiction horrible for the person it takes ahold of, but for the people around them.

I'm going to stand by him and help him through it, but I'm also going to have moments where I need a breather and time to cry everything out or else I won't be ok, I can't keep this inside.

It might be a good idea for me to talk to a therapist or someone, but I'll see how everything goes.

Sometimes helpers need help too.

After crying, I feel a hell of a lot better.

I turn the water to cold and splash some water on my face. I shut off the water and go back and check on him, but luckily he's still sleeping.

I crawl into bed next to him and eventually I fall asleep.

Unfortunately sleep doesn't last long because I'm woken up by then sound of someone throwing up.

After a few minutes of throwing up he finally stops and I hear him gargle something that I assume is mouthwash, then come back to the bed.

He starts trembling as he settles into the bed, I shuffle closer to him and rub up and down his clammy back.

I lean forward and kiss the back of his head. "It's going to be ok Ty, you'll get through this."

For the next hour I hold him to me as his body shakes from the urge of wanting the drug.

Eventually it subsides, but he has a few throughout the night.

By the time everything stops it's around 5am, we crash from exhaustion and don't wake up until it's the afternoon.

I go into the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs and toast, something simple on his stomach.

I grab a bottle of Gatorade and bring the food to his room.

When I open the door he's already sitting up on the bed scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, how you feeling?" I asked setting the food on his nightstand.

"Thank you and I feel like I have the flu but it's not the flu, it's weird" He said.