I cant hear you... But I wish I could

Chapter Forty-Three (43)

Tylers p.o.v

[~*~Two days after Orthadontist and everybody visited already, Im lazy dont judge~*~]

I woke up with Owen clenching my shirt with his unbroken hand.

Shaking slightly, old tear streaks still on his cheeks.

He started crying in his sleep again, but this time it would last longer, when I would hold him he didnt stop crying or shaking. It would take forever for me to be able to calm him down.

Whatever happened to him in the locker room, changed him, whatever the hell Sean did to hurt my Owen. Like fuck,

Hes not the same, and Im scared. What if he never heals from this.

Tears filled my eyes, I wanted to make him feel better; Its all my fault, I never should of left him, he wont even sleep in his boxers anymore, he wont even let me hold him if Im not dressed.

I miss us being able to be tangled in his blankets, skin to skin.

Sean took something from him he will never get back.

And it was tearing him apart every day. He replayed that memory in his head probably every night, he had nightmares about it. And... And.. It just hurts me, I wasnt there to help him. I promised I wouldnt leave him... Yet I did, I did and now Im fucking suffering the consequence of leaving him on his own.

Leaving him to get bullied, teased, leaving him to get raped.

A hoarse, loud sob escaped from my throat, it sounded some what between a cough as well... I sat at the end of the bed, not wanting to wake Owen. Crying in my hands.

I cant take it seeing him like this, I cant stand it seeing him broken. All beat up. I cant see him with fucking bruises and surgery cuts on his skin, God I cant.

Moving to the floor, I huddled myself up in the fetal position away from the bed, shaking, crying, sobbing.

I tried to keep quite so I wouldnt wake Owen.

But as hard as I tried, I just cried harder, and harder.

"Shhh," a scratchy, rough voice, cooed in my ear. Frail arms wrapping around me, while hair tickled my back.

"Owen?" My voice comes out hoarse; I grabbed his arms not letting them go from where they are, around my stomach. He nodded, "How did you get over here?" I almost laughed.

Shuffling, until I could place my head on his lap; I did so.

Closing my eyes, "I love you, Owen" I told him, feeling his hand weave itself through my hair.

Stealing a glance at Owen, he was having trouble keeping his eyes open and head up; taking him into my arms, I carried him back to his bed, laying him in the middle, and me getting in next to him.

Pulling the blankets up over us.

Today, today, today is going to be a damn day.

Snuggling closer to him, I feel back asleep with Owen...

***

My hand resting on the wheel, I pulled up into the devil itself drive way.

My moms car wasnt in the drive-way, and neither my 'dads'. Taking the keys from my ignition, I parked outside, exiting my vehicle, and walking up to the door.

Home sweet home; psh, kidding. This is anything but a home.

Unlocking the door, I pushed it open quietly; not wanting anybody to hear... If they are home.The door closed louder then I expect, making me jump a little and something coming from the kitchen to drop and shatter on the floor.