Cowboys Cry Too - A Tyler Owens Story

Chapter 1

California

Fucking. Tyler. Owens.

Hurting her all over again. She knows not to read the comments or log into social media but how can she not? She's twitters target for the day and it hurts. It hurts so bad because she kept him looking squeaky clean, like a picture perfect man she loves yet it just wasn't right. And he paints her as a controlling woman.

She hasn't even left the office yet, now sitting on her couch, clinging to the blanket she has sobbed in so many times before, tears falling freely as her thumb swipes her phone to countless tagged tweets and hateful comments.

She can't even think.

What did she do so wrongly to have Tyler lie so openly? Was she that bad of a girlfriend? Did she really deserve this?

She jumps when her phone vibrates in her hand, her eyes catching onto the caller ID, feeling her heart get ripped out of her chest.

Tyler 'Cowboy' Owens Calling...
Answer | Decline

She can't. The thought of hearing his voice, speaking to her... It makes her want to sob. Because this man, who she loved and still loves, this cowboy who was once hers, has hurt her again and again. She doesn't need to hear him. Or want to.

She hopes he wouldn't be calling just to confess his hatred for her but... Well there's a lot of things she hopes he wouldn't do but has done.

Ring....

Ring.......

Ring...........

Fuck it.

Answer | Decline

"This is Jackie." She sniffles, trying to hold her composure because she feels like it could break at any moment.

"Jackie.... It's Tyler. God, I'm glad you answered. Worried me there for a moment, assumed I was blocked or ignored."

"Tyler, what do you want? I really don't have the time for your games. Look, if you called to gloat about your sudden views please just hang up. I've had... A long day. And it's not even noon." She wants this conversation cut as short as possible.

Make him happy, than he's out of the picture.

"What? Gloat? JP... I'm calling to apologize." He seems hesitant in his response, a sigh being heard from his end.

"Than apologize online. Look, I'm sorry for whatever hell I pushed on you to have you drag my name through the mud." She stares at his hat.

Haunting her. Mocking her.

"What? JP-"

"It's Jackie. And it's fine. Okay, I accept you half-assed apology. Now please, leave me alone." She goes to hang up when she hears him shout her name.

"Jackie! Look, I'm calling because I made a mistake and I want to fix it."

She can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. Fix this? Yeah, that's soooo kind.

"Ty, look. I'm glad you're following your dreams. It's great, I'm happy for you. So, if dragging my name is what it takes to keep this dream alive, then do it." She sighs, bringing her knees up to her chest.