fearless

Chapter 83: Letters to you.

Stadium pics turned out amazing! Im over in the little dot that's supposed to be the apostrophe with my friends Gabby, Genna, Demetric, Ian, and Zayana! It's been an awesome day guys. Okay now for the chapter.
Alive- Sia
Maddie

I crawl out of bed as soon as I know Ty is asleep. I've got to find that letter. I've got to figure out what he's hiding from me. I throw the blankets back, and stand up. The floor is cold as I step out of the room, and walk downstairs to the kitchen.

I arrive at the stairwell, and take a step. Crreeeaaaak! I cringe, waiting for Ty or Hannah to wake. I don't hear footsteps or a cry, so I guess I'm okay. I lightly step downward, holding onto the railing for balance, until I arrive at the bottom.

I step into the kitchen, and flip the light switch, flooding the room with light. I automatically squint my eyes as I turn to the doorway, where the trashcan is located. I carefully remove the lid, my eyes now having adjusted to the light, and place it on the floor.

I take a breath in as I look around on top of the pile of trash, searching for the note that explains God knows what on a piece of old, crumpled paper. I see a corner of it sticking out on the side of the trashcan, and I pull it out.

"Score!" I whisper chant to myself, and replace the lid. I flip the light switch once again, and am greeted with total darkness as I step into the living room. I sit down on the couch, and turn on the small table lamp beside me, the room now dripping with light and the inscriptions of the letter revealed. It reads,

Dearest Tyler,
We're coming for Madison and Hannah. You and your precious daughter will be no more, and Madison will be mine. You never deserved any of this- your life is too perfect. Now watch those who are close to you become nothing, and Madison can do the same. Watch as she turns against you. Watch as your life slowly becomes nothing. Nothing. Just like you, Tyler. Have a nice life and a grueling death. -JP

I gasp. I feel a knot forming in my throat. I know exactly who wrote this message- I know exactly who it is. Jordan. I turn off the light, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, and walk back up the stairs.

I hold the note in my hand, only I'm nearly clenching it. Ty has been hiding this from me. He wouldn't tell me- why not? I'm mad at Ty, I'm frustrated with Jordan, I just want everything to be fine and okay.

I'm tired of living like I'm about to be kidnapped, always having to look over my shoulder to make sure that I'm safe.

I just feel like breaking down. I can't even live my life without being threatened- whether it's by the Erudite or Jordan or my past mistakes or someone else. I continue to walk, pushing the tears back, and arrive in the bedroom.

I slip the note under the mattress, that way Ty won't find it. At least until I can talk to him about it. I crawl into bed, but I don't lay down. I sit up, my legs curled in toward my stomach.

I turn to look at Ty, whose chest rises and falls evenly as he lays on his back. His eyes are closed lightly, and one of his arms is draped over the side of the bed, and the other is on his chest.

I can't believe he would hide this from me. Maybe this is why he's been so busy and seems so distant lately. I shove the thoughts to the back of my mind and lay down, soon falling into a deep sleep.

>>

The gentle morning breeze blows my hair back behind my shoulders as I sip on my coffee on the balcony. The sun rises in the city, light reflecting off of buildings like mirrors.

I close my eyes, enjoying the peacefulness of this morning- I could just slip away in it. I am quickly yanked back down to earth when I hear the ear shattering clank of glass on glass. I turn and see Ty, his robe tied carefully around his waist.

"Good morning," I tell him, and take another sip on my coffee.

"Good morning, Love." He replies, stepping over to me and kissing me faintly. He takes a sip of his coffee, and sits down in front of me, blocking my view of the city skyline.

I still feel his lips on my skin. It's a feeling that has always made me melt, and, at the moment, it's making me want him more than I already do just by looking at him.

"What?" He smiles at me, and I don't even have to look at him to tell that he is.

"Nothing." I say, then kiss him. He pulls away.

"Nothing is something," he whispers in my ear, his lip tingling my skin along with his hot breath. "Tell me what it is." He kisses me again, this time more firmly, more surely.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull away, leaning our foreheads together. I feel our warm breaths intermixing as I speak.

"I want you, Ty." He looks into my eyes, and I can see the love that fills them, I can see the passion, the lust.

"That can be arranged," he chuckles, and kisses me full on the lips. I feel myself sigh through the kiss as he picks me up, standing up himself. I drape my legs around his robe covered waist, one of my feet slipping through the knot.

Soon, I feel as if we're moving, and I then feel the blast of cool air signaling our entrance into the house.

Up the stairs we move, my fingers grip his robe, soon drifting to daintily try to untie the knot. I feel him smile against the kiss, and I can't help but smile as well. It seems as if it's been so long. Too long.

Eventually, we reach the bedroom, and I am dropped onto the bed. I push myself to lay on the pillows, and soon I feel the bed dip, signaling Ty's arrival. I smile, biting my lip, and slam our lips together.

It all seems so fast-moving, but also slow-moving, as if time is stopped. I feel my body aching to be closer to him- to be one with him.

Our hands devour each other, our breaths heavy. My shirt is rising above my head, and I feel it being pulled over my head. Ty's face soon turns from a look of concentration to a look of almost joy when my shirt flies over my head. That was it. My shirt and my underwear. Now it's just my underwear.

I look up into his eyes as I move to the knot of his robe, and he nods at me excitedly. I kiss him as I tug at the knot, pulling it loose and eventually off. I then push his robe off of the tops of his shoulders, and watch as it falls behind him in one swift motion.

His eyes take me in, as do mine to him.

He fingers my underwear in his hands, and then drags them down my lightly-stubble-covered legs, and I watch him smile at me as he throws them over his shoulder.

It begins like that, the small physical proclamations of our love that lead up to the firework-like bursts of love and passion and lust- it's all us.

The letter forgotten, I enjoy this moment with Ty as if it's my last. Nothing can break our love and That's how it's meant to be.

a/n: Happy birthday to mwah! That's the reason for this update- well, that and what I'm going to say. Okay so this guy that I like, let's call him Z, was being really nice to me and everything and I felt like he liked me and he was stalking my snapchat (pm me if you want it) and then he gets a girlfriend, let's call her A. Yes, you PLL fans. We can relate together. And so, now he's being- you guessed it- a jerk to me and he never responded to my messages. If he did, it was "Lmao" or "Lol" but one time it was 😍 and I was happy. Not anymore though. Okay new update soon enjoy this one though. Okay bye.