The Second Chance {Tyler Carter}

Its Better Me Than You

A few weeks passed since the whole incident leaving Tyler and I to deal with even more shit. We had to find some place else to live, but since we had no luck, we were still stuck at my parents' place. Still, that wasn't too bad. It wasn't bad living there.

Actually, our second priority was the damn wedding. We literally had nothing planned or set up, and we agreed that we had to do it before the kid was born. That meant we had a good eight months to get it done. That is, if we ever stopped changing our minds on everything. I still wanted to have it before it got too hard fitting into a dress, but with Tyler's schedule, it was a take what you can get scenario.

Oh well!

Anyway, I was laying around alone in the house since Mom was shopping, Dad had work, Jenna had school, and Tyler had the second leg of the tour to prep for which was set to start in two weeks. Mom had even offered to pick up Jenna which I eagerly accepted. So I was basically the only one not busy, and I guess that was good since it gave me time to look for houses. We needed one considering Tyler and I were sleeping on an air mattress since the twin bed proved to be way too old and messed up as well as too small. It was worth it though.

There was simply no way we'd live in that hell hole again.

See, the cops still hasn't figured out who bugged the house and literally had no suspects. Sloppy criminal my ass! I felt safer at my parents home anyway. It made sense, you know?

Anyway, as I laid there, I received a call from Mr. Brody. I smiled. The trial was set to end that day if a verdict was reached, and I think we all knew Dylan was getting convicted. There was absolutely no way he wouldn't be.

Like fuck yeah!

"Hey, Mr. Brody," I smiled.

"Hey," he said with no enthusiasm. I get it. He's gonna act all normal then be like surprise or something. I get it just fine.

"So? Did he get the orange jumpsuit or what?" I smiled.

"Or what."

"What?"

Then, my worst nightmare came to life. The one thing I feared most was about to get me.

"He was ruled not guilty."

"But they literally had footage of him doing it! How?!"

"Don't ask me. The judge wasn't happy, but the jury ruled in his favor. He probably paid them off honestly."

"B-but that's illegal! They can see who cashed the big checks anyway!"

"Not if he paid in cash. They all left with a big luggage bag. I know it wasn't all theirs."

"Fuck! Do you know where he went?"

"He's got the weary eyes of the law on him, but he did say something about going to see his girl. It will be a good few days before he shakes it though probably. He's probably at home."

"I doubt it knowing Dylan. He's really persistent. Please be careful, Mr. Brody."

"Hey, don't worry about me, kid. Just take care of yourself and the kids. I'm sure Tyler will help."

Then I remembered Tyler. Oh god. He's going to freak. I'll have to tell him though. Should I wait until he leaves for tour? Fuck.

"Alright. I'll talk to you soon. Be careful."

"I will," he said with a sigh.

With that, he hung up.

I sighed and laid back while shutting my eyes. What the hell could I do? I couldn't avoid the topic. There was no way I could just pretend it didn't happen. If I didn't tell Tyler, it put us all at risk. If I did, he'd probably freak. There was no winning, but also no way around it.