All I Want (Completed) !Under Editing!

Chapter 26

It has been two weeks since the accident. I was healing quick and am back on my feet. Everyone at school has been spreading rumors about me because of Violet. Clayton stopped them thankfully. I didn't tell the cops about Violet because I was willing to forgive and forget. My mother us still on the lose and they haven't been able to find them. Clayton usually stays with me, but if he can't then my father or Dakota will. They all don't want what happened to me, to happen again.

Apparently, the paramedics got Tyler or of their. He was shot in the abdomen almost piercing his stomach and releasing the acid inside. He was in a coma for the two weeks and yesterday he died in the coma. Right now, I am at the funeral of Tyler. I will miss him, I may have hated him, but I forgave him when he took a bullet for me.

I was wearing a black dress with lace on the top part. It was a skater dress so it only reached the middle of my thighs. My shoes we're black flats with jeweled black flowers on the tips. I also wore some black tights under the dress, because I didn't have black pants. I usually wouldn't wear this type if thing, but I had to. I was sitting next to Clayton, who was still a little mad at Tyler, but since he died for me,  Clayton made an exception.

"Today, we are here to celebrate the life of Tyler Alan James." The priestess they hired for the reception said. "I would like to call Mrs. and Mr. James up to speak a couple words. "

Mr. and Mrs. James went up to the podium and began speaking, "Our son, Tyler, was surely special. He was brave enough to stand up for what he believed in, and brave enough to fight for what was right. I don't blame anyone for this except for the person who had fired the shot. " Mr. James gave me a sincere look. "He was a kind young man, always doing good in school and helping us out as we got older. " Mr. James took his wife's hand and intertwined their fingers. "Thank you, Tyler for all you help through these years we had together. I'm sorry you couldn't enjoy the rest of your life. " Mrs. James started crying as they exited the stage. I couldn't help but cry myself, tears gently fell down my face.

"Thank you for those kind word Mr and Mrs. James. I would now like to call up Monica Lee to share some kind words. " I stood up, disconnecting my hand from Clayton's as he gave me a sad smile.

Walking up to the podium felt so lifeless. I was just so, sad. He did this for me and gave his life for me. His parents we're right, it takes real bravery to go and take a bullet for someone.

I stood at the podium ready to talk. I scanned the crowd, all eyes we're on me. "Um, well. Tyler was a brave guy. He took a bullet for me and I really do thank him for that. " Tears started welling in my eyes. My voice sounded like it was going to crack, "If he hadn't helped me, I would probably be dead right now. I love him for what he did. And he will always be in my heart because of it. I will catch my mother and make her pay for doing this to him. He was still young and deserved to live. " My voice broke. "Yet, he gave his life for me to live instead. And I plan on bring the killer to justice. He didn't deserve to die. I wish he was alive, I wish that he would've made it out alive. But he decided to let me live. I don't know why but he was brave enough to jump in front of a bullet." Tears came down my face. "I will always love him for saving me. Thank you Tyler for letting me live. I love you. " I whispered the last part as I walked off the podium, my head staring at my feet as I sat back down.

"Thank you Monica for sharing those amazing words." The priestess called up other people to give words to Tyler too. But I just tuned them out. My head was resting on Clayton's shoulder as I just stared off into space.  He definitely didn't deserve to die. I did. But he was such an idiot that he had to just jump in front of that fucking bullet.

Clayton was rubbing my back as I sobbed quietly to myself. I still did love him a bit I guess. After all he did, he repayed me easily. I really wish my mother had terrible aim and shot the wall. When the casket view came, they decided to keep it closed. Nobody wanted to see him like that. Clayton's and I got in line and watched as each person laid a white rose on his casket. When it was our turn I placed it down. He deserves the best in heaven.

I sobbed as Clayton took me away from the casket and we gathered outside for the burial. Tyler's father, my father, and a few other young men helped carry his casket. And we just walked behind. We made it to the cemetery, and they place his casket down gently. They started to dig and dig and dig. All I concentrated on was the digging that each shovel was doing. The dirt made piles around them.

I watched them bury his casket. We each grabber a shovel to help. We each said words as the dirt was slowly placed on his casket. Once it was filled, we all left. Clayton drove me to my house and stayed their with me. My father went back to work and Dakota was watching Melanie. Like always. Once we were in my room, Clayton hugged me into his side, laying on my bed with me. Before we could go any further, I wanted to take this ridiculous dress off. I got out of Clayton's arms, grabbing sweat pants and a shirt, with a sports bra. Changing in the bathroom, I jump back on the bed, curling into his side. Clayton wrapped an arm around me, while resting the other a top of his eyes.

"Clayton." I said.

"Hmm?" He hummed, making his chest vibrate.

"I love you." I muttered just loud enough for him to hear me.

"I love you too, princess." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Do we have to go to school tomorrow?" I whined.

"Sadly, yes. You haven't been in school for two weeks." I groaned.

"But I'm still healing." I argued.

"The doctor said you are good to go back to school. But not too much physical activity." Clayton explained.

"That means I can't play any sports." I pouted.

"Well, you got lucky. This week is laps and the mile on Wednesday and Thursday." Clayton said, looking at me with a sad look in his eyes. This guy really hates running, but only if any type of ball is involved while running.

"Poor baby." I said, pouting and caressing his cheek.

"I know." He pouted back.

"Your so lazy." I rolled my eyes and turned to face the ceiling.

"I can be." Clayton corrected.

"Whatever you say." I smiled and kept looking at the ceiling.

"I know will make me feel better." He smirked as I turned my attention back to him.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A makeout session." His smirk grew wider as I smiled.

"Yeah, not gonna happen." I said, getting off the bed carefully.

"Oh come on." He pouted.

"No thanks." I said as I winced because I moved the wrong way.

"Are you okay?" Clayton asked.

"I'm fine." I grumbled. When ever I was in pain I became a little grumpy.

"Okay Ms. Grumpy Pants." For that, I punched him.

"Ow. Thanks for the new bruise." he complained.

"Well, you deserved it. Now help me get up." I ordered.

"Fine." He mumbled, coming over and taking my hands to help me up.

"Thank you." I smiled, walking carefully.

"Just be glad I love you enough to deal with your attitude." He whispered, but I heard.

"What attitude?" I turned around getting angry.

"Your a little grumpy, princess." I suddenly became sad, he's right.

"I'm sorry, when I'm hurt, I am known to get a little grumpy." I said looking down.

Clayton grabbed my chin and lifted it, so I was looking at him. "It's okay. I love you too much to be mad at you." He finished his sentence off with a kiss on my lips.

I smiled. He made me feel better. Definitely, made me feel better. Just shows that he really cares. He's only doing it for the money. What the heck? Who said that? He doesn't really care about you. All he wants is to hurt you more. Is it bad to think that the voice is right? Then it hit me. This is what my mother told me. She wants me to believe this crap. Well, I won't. Clayton loves me. Right?