^^^Tyler's P.O.V.^^^
Cause I will always love you! My phone is ringing her favorite song. I looked at the screen and it said, call from Wisconsin. I picked it up tiredly from my nightstand. "What?"
"I'm sorry to be bothering you this Mr.Richards, this is Sheriff Colson. We have retrieved Miss Avery Johnson." I jumped out of my bed and pulled some pants on.
"Where?"
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There she was. Sitting in front of a one-way mirror, looking beautiful with her short jet black hair. She was probably beyond a reasonable anger. I don't want to go in there in fear that should start to yell at me cruel things that I deserve to hear. I opened the door into the interrogation room. "Hello, Avery." She just looked at me and the tears began to rise. She stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. Stood in front of the clerk to retrieve her taken items and looked at me, then gestured to the door.
I walked towards her and tried to touch her, but she smoothly curved out of my grasps and towards my car that held James and Sam. She slid in the back seat next to me. "Congratulations on the marriage." She was stern and unforgiving. She buckled herself in and waited. "Are going or not?" James started the car and rolled out of the parking lot. At first, it was silent, then really loud.
"Why did you run?" Sam was no longer silent as she decided to confront her sister.
"Why did you get married?" Shots fired.
"We thought you would come back. Why did you run?"
"He didn't tell you?" Sam looked at her with a face of try me. "Tyler I am ashamed of you."
"What did you do?" She was starting to get even angrier. I couldn't reach her eyes.
"He slept with, um, Candy, Clare? Something around there. After he thought I was leaving him for his brother. Not to mention just left me there, almost like he was just giving up him to me. Oh, and I did a little research. What was her name?"
"Clare." James cringed out.
"Shut up James."
"That's right, Clare. Well, she is his brother's old tattoo buddy. The real reason she left him is because he was abusive. Now tell me, why I am sitting here. Listening to a lecture when I could have been a blonde Sandy Wilkens."
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