Only You

Chapter Nineteen

So, I know you all probably think I’m not only slacking with my updating, but just in my writing in general. I promise I’m going to edit it soon and make it sound so less…boring. I thought for a while I knew where I was going with the story, but clearly I don’t anymore…so I hope you like the changes I made. Anyway, I’m doing the best I can with updating, it’s hard jugging college, homework, and work and annoying boys on my floor.

It’s October guys! Halloween! Yay!

Okay, here’s the update.

Chapter Nineteen

Ally

            Ryder’s body was crushing mine, practically collapsing my lungs as I tried to breath.  His face was snuggled into my neck and I smiled when I felt his hot breath pant into the crook of my neck. I slowly wiggled myself out of him, knowing that I have to get up and get ready for this long day I had ahead of me.

            Taking a quick shower, I tried to feel as if the water was washing away my stress, but I knew that was a lie. The hot water massaged my scalp as I tried to figure out what I was going to do with myself. How the hell was I going to take care of Tyler and my dad? What the hell even happened with Tyler? Was he slipping down the slope for a while and I was just too consumed in my own troubles to help him?

            I turned off the shower angrily, rubbing the towel against my skin until it was red. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to do. I mean, honestly, I could have lost both my father and Tyler in a blink of an eye. What if I had? What would I even do with myself?

            Ryder was still sleeping, hugging the pillow to himself when I closed the bedroom door. I slowly opened my father’s door to see him still sleeping as well. My stomach sank when I noticed how…sick he looked in his sleep. Sometimes when he slept he looked innocent and healthy again, now he’s just getting worse.

            Tyler was going to need some clothes, something that would make him less likely to bite my head off. I never asked if he was going to see the therapist, or if he was taking his medication, I guess I assumed that he could take care of himself. I grabbed clean clothes and some shower supplies for him and headed out the door. It was going to be a long day.

            “I’m sorry.” He blurted when I walked right into his room. Tyler was propped up on his bed with an IV attached in his arm and a questionable meal sitting on his table. The bags under his eyes made him seem so much older, and his face was deathly pale.

            “Tyler-“

            “I was only thinking of myself, Al. I’m so sorry.” He sniffed, wiping his eyes angrily. “You could have lost me, and then dad…poor dad. He probably thinks I’m a failure.” He said, missing the tears that rushed out of his eyes.

            “No one thinks that, Tyler.” I whispered, rubbing his arm to calm him down.

            “I do.” He whispered. “I just couldn’t take it anymore.” He said, shaking his head.

            “Talk to me, you know you can.” I said gently.

            “It was just one thing after another, all of it piling up on me. I can’t help dad, I can’t do anything but sit there and watch him die. I don’t need to take care of you because you have Ryder, and I just needed Adam, I know I was being an ass but I needed him.” He sobbed.

            “Tyler, I’ll always need you; you’re my big brother.”

            “I couldn’t face burying dad- I still can’t, but I can’t let him bury me.”