lovely | thirteen reasons why

(32) homecoming

Libby watched the sun rising from the distance as light poured into the window. At this point she had become so used to not sleeping that it took no effort getting out of bed after petting Tyler all night. She had spent the night letting him hold her close as she cleaned his face of the dry tear marks and stroking his hair. Making sure to whisper in his ear softly how brave and strong he was. She hoped this would make the message stick. But she had a feeling it wouldn't. It was hard wiggling out of his tight grip, but she wanted to make sure everything was prepped before he got up.

She had spent the entire night fighting back the vengeful thoughts circling her mind. All the truly evil things she wanted to do to Monty. He would have it the worst out of the three. Taylor and Kenneth can be cruel bullies on their own, but she knew they could have never thought of this sick act on their own. She doubts in Kenneth's case he's ever had an original idea in his life. No, it was Monty who ultimately did it while the other two let it happen. At first she just wanted to murder him, but that was too easy. She realizes it now. He needed to suffer. He needed to feel endless pain and agony for an extended period of time. Know what her wrath truly feels like as she basked in his screams of torture. Maybe this is where the no sleep is a bad thing.

However, she doesn't feel she is overreacting at all. Tyler was raped, there was no question about it. Monty raped him and has spent the seven months since pretending like it didn't happen. Which showed her that he doesn't care about how this affected him. Not that feeling remorse would have saved him. Because it wouldn't have. But in all her thoughts about revenge, she forgot the most important part of this. That Tyler trusted her with his truth. He told her what he was dealing with. Which meant that Libby could help him move on the path of recovery. It would be long and hard, but she was prepared to follow him every step of the way.

Libby had decided that she was going to prepare breakfast in bed for her Tyler. Make him all his favorite foods to let him know that she wasn't going to be leaving him over this. Fucking Monty. He not only broke him but then proceeded to victim blame him into feeling ashamed for something that happened to him. As if he was responsible for being assaulted. A fucking monster. To think that Tyler even considered for a moment that she would be disgusted with him over this. He didn't do anything wrong!

She passed by his parents who have stopped being surprised at seeing she had spent the night in their house. She thought they would confront her on this at some point, but she suspects they realize how much better their son is when she's around. He feels healthier. They saw her preparing breakfast for him and looked at each other with a knowing smile. Her father once told them that they would be in-laws one day. And by now they know that future is a very safe bet.

Libby took one look at the Down parents and her heart broke for them both. They had no idea what their son has been through. What happened to him. If they knew the truth......how much pain would they feel? If it was anything like hers they would hardly recover. She wondered if Tyler will ever tell them what happened. But that is his choice. And she will not interfere with that.

When she was done with the meal, she grabbed a tray and brought it up to his room. She noticed in her a sense, his body had gravitated towards her side of the bed as he clutched her pillow to his face and pressed into it. It made her giggle at how cute he looked. She placed the tray down on his dresser as she lightly tugged on his leg, before crawling on top of him to pepper kisses on his face and neck.

He sprung awake with fits of laughter as he suddenly grabbed her body and flipped them over so he could blow raspberries on her exposed neck as she begged for mercy. "You can't steal my tricks, Libby! I'll always win!"

Libby shrieked in laughter as she playfully slapped his shoulders. "I yield! I yield!" He stopped his attack as he stared down at her lovingly. She smirked. "You are so handsome. I don't tell you that enough." She smiled in triumph as his cheeks turned bright red. "I made you breakfast, baby. On the dresser. If you let me go, I can give it to you in bed."