Revealed Hidden Secrets & Forbidden Kisses

Same Type of Scar

Chapter 37 : Same Typer of Scar
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It was late until Tyler started driving back to the apartment complex with me. The car ride was silent, but not awkward. I don't know if he was tired, but for sure I was tired. There was subtle quiet music playing from the radio in the car as I stared out at the window.

I started to get sleepy in my seat, but, I told myself to keep my shit together, because me falling asleep the car ride after a date is super rude. I looked over at Tyler, he was yawning. After he finished yawning, I started yawning. What can I say? Yawning is contagious.
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Once we arrived to the apartment complex, we parted ways and went to our own apartments. Well, apartment and penthouse. I know, funny (sarcasm).

When I walked into my apartment, the first thing I did was take of all my makeup, take a shower, get into my pjs, brush my teeth, and go to sleep.

I was laying in bed thinking about that night. I was one lucky girl. I then remembered I had school the next day, and instantly got pissed off. I have to do 3 shifts at my job after school since I've skipped a big handful of shifts this week.

I couldn't seem to fall asleep being so stressed out thinking about school and work. It took me 2 hours for my eyes to finally start closing. Then, I heard someone knocking at the door.

I slowly, but surely, got out of bed and drowsily walked to the door, looked through the peek hole, and saw that it was Tyler so I opened the door. He looked upset, but it looked like he was  holding himself together.

"Tyler? What's wrong?." I asked concerned.

"It's a long story, you probably wouldn't even want to hear it." He said back to me. The truth is, I did want to listen to him, the way he looked, just made me feel upset too.

"Tyler, look at me." I said to him laying my hand over on his cheek, pushing his head over to look at me directly. He didn't say anything. He wouldn't look at me directly.

"Tyler, I want to listen, please. Just talk to me. I'm here." I said lightly to Tyler.

I took him a moment, but then he finally looked at me. It was quite dark in the room, but I had some curtains open in the living room so there was still some light. He looked heart broken.

Tyler hugged me as I hugged him back. I felt him lightly crying onto my shoulder, which broke my heart.

It took Tyler a moment again, but this time, he finally started to talk.

"My family. They lost money. We're losing the penthouse."

It sounded like a rich kid problem, but I felt there was something else to the story. So I kept quiet and let him talk. He continued.

"I have to go back home to live with my parents."

I was surprised when he said that so I had to ask him something of course, so I did.

"Why don't you want to go back?"

He squinted as if he was in pain and looked away from me. I laid my hand over his cheek once again, and turned his head so he was facing me. After, I laid my hand on the back of his neck, and I realized there was a scar on his neck. Not just some ordinary scar, but the same scar I have, just on his neck. He went through what I went through, domestic abuse. I couldn't believe it.

Everyone thinks he's perfect and has a perfect life, but really, he's going through stuff no one could even imagine. I started to cry, because the memories of my dad started flooding back.
I began to speak at the same time as I cried.

"Tyler, how come you didn't tell me?"

He stayed quite. I grabbed his hand, turned around, lifted the back of my shirt, and laid his hand on my scar. I wanted him to know he wasn't alone. That he wasn't the only one that felt like this and had that same type of scar. He turned me around and finally looked me in the eyes. He laid his hands on each side of my cheeks, and kissed me. The kiss was full of passion and desperation. He then hugged me, and I could hear him still crying at the same time as me.

"Tyler, you can stay here whenever you want to, ok? In fact, you can spend the night here if you want to." I said trying to make him feel better.

He stayed quiet for a short moment and finally replied.

"Thank you Grace. Honestly, I don't now what I'd be doing if I hadn't met you."

We both walked to my bed holding hands, slipped into bed, and fell asleep right away.

You may be asking why I didn't call the cops, it's because that night wasn't the right time, when I was being abused, I didn't want to call the cops at the time. When Tyler wants me to, I will. He would stay at my place for the rest of the time, so he wouldn't get hurt anymore. I think I love Tyler, honestly. I think I love Tyler Simmons. I love him.