Cowboys Cry Too - A Tyler Owens Story

Chapter 6

Oklahoma
Present Day

She makes it two steps down the motel stairs before she hears the slam of the door behind her and gets whisked. Great, so we're having the argument now. Wonderful. She allows Tyler to drag her around, his grip on her forearm gentle but stern. Yep, he's riled up.

She bumps into his back when he finally comes to a stop in front of his truck, making her roll her eyes. Nearly all their arguments happened in that truck. She doesn't need this to be another to add onto the countless ones from their past. But it seems fate isn't on her side. Tyler gets into the drivers side, motioning for her to get in by the jerk of his head. Silent treatment. Her favorite.

They drive in silence. She knows how worked up he can be at the forefront of a fight, she doesn't need to hear all his anger targeted at her in this moment. Even if she is to blame. So her plan backfired. She wanted him riled up, but in a sexy, 'damn I made a mistake' way. Not a 'I want to chew her head off' way. She taps on the dashboard, trying to busy her fingers so she doesn't start digging and scratching at the skin. He parks at an abaned warehouse. It's their old hangout.

It's eerily quiet with the truck engine hum no more, and all she can hear is his ragged breathing, before he grabs his hat from her head and throws it into the back seat, causing a small swoosh to be heard. It's silent, one... two.... three seconds before he opens the door, slams it closed and walks over to her side, opening the door for her and practically dragging her out of the vehicle. It's then he lets his eyes meet hers, and it's then she realizes how pissed he actually is.

"What the fuck was that?" He's fuming, his jaw set, eye creases showing at the corners.

"What? I can't have a little fun?"

He laughs, but it isn't a chuckle or a belly laugh. It comes from deep in his though, almost like a taunt getting caught between his teeth.

"Fun is getting wasted with friends. Fun is going on a fucking rollercoaster. Fun is not doing that! I don't know what you're playing at, but knock it out." He is pointing a finger at her, and it gets her riled up.

"Fuck you. Like you can have any say! Over her calling me blondie, looking me up and down. You aren't any better. Worse even, probably planned this whole thing so you could get into my pants again." She accuses him, not feeling any remorse.

"Oh ain't that just sweet. Ya' thinking I'm over here thinking 'bout all those times I was in between your legs. Trust me Goldie. If I wanted to fuck you, ya' would know. And ya' think that low of me? God damn, you have gone crazy." Tyler is beginning to breathe heavy, his breath a constant rise and fall of his chest.

Does she feel guilty for ruining the chase? Yes. Does she feel guilty for riling him up? No. He broke her heart. She can be selfish and hurt his ego. If that's considered wrong then, fuck it.

"What is it then? I don't hear from you for two years. Two years!" She points her finger at him, shoving him slightly from her force. "Then you suddenly remember me and run my name through the mud. Look, I may be playing some game but so are you! Whether you want to admit it or not."

He's walking away from her, heading towards the warehouse, and she is furious with that. He's ignoring her. She hates being ignored. He doesn't say anything about her comment, just pulling the barn doors of the warehouse open before searching for the lightswitch.

"I mean face it. You brought me to that diner, had me meet the crew again, now have brought me here. These things used to be us. This place used to mean something. So again, what sick game are you playing!?" She yells at him, stopping him from moving by getting in his face.