Teaching the Blind Boy to Love Again

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

asher

I cannot lie and say the next morning wasn't the best morning I've ever woken up to.

Why?

Well, because, in my arms, an angel was snuggled into my chest.

Her slow breathing was calming. Which, is kind of surprising. The course of last night's events still haunted me.

Her father.

How can somebody do that to their own daughter? Their own flesh and blood?

If he was still here today, I'd beat him to the pulp, even if Tyler wouldn't prefer that. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who dares lay a finger on my Tyler, will surely wish they hadn't.

I feel since now Tyler let me in a little on her life, I should let her in on my own. It's just, so difficult.

I mean, this is the first friend I've had in months, or the first real one in years.

As thinking of that, I tightened my grip around Tyler's small frame, pulling her even closer to me.

I then felt her stir a little.

"Good morning," she yawned.

"Hey," I responded, smiling down onto her.

She sat up with a jolt.

"Your eyes! I didn't even realize last night! You don't have your shades on!"

I quickly jumped up and turned away from her.

How could I do this?

I let her see my eyes, and now my identity.

The atrocious things I call mine. I hate them with all my heart and soul.

"Hey," she murmured, as I heard her get up.

She wrapped her arms around my bare torso

"They're beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful pair of eyes," she spoke once again, turning me around to face her. She took my hands off my eyes.

"No, they aren't. They're ugly. They're what has ruined my life."

"They didn't ruin it. But, Asher Smith, they are stunning, just as yourself."

And, like the fricking manly person I am, I blushed. Yes, I Asher Smith, the bad boy punk, blushed.

"Well, how about we go see your parents? We don't want to give them any wrong ideas," she trailed off, chuckling.

I immediately reached for a shirt and pants on the ground. I excused myself to get dressed and comb my hair.

We then walked downstairs and had a very embarrassing talk with my parents.

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By the time we came out of my house, we were both laughing hysterically.

"I...can't...believe...they...thought...we...had...sex," Tyler laughed, struggling to even speak.

"And didn't use protection," I laughed myself.

My parents told us how important it is, even if we are 'caught in the moment'. After numerous times of telling them we didn't do it, they stopped.

"Oh, my, well that certainly was one of the most interesting breakfasts I've had."

"My apologies," I chuckled.

She just put her hand on my arm and tried to compose herself.

"I wish I could see you," I blurted out.

She stopped laughing.

"What do you mean, Ash?"

"I wish I could see the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or make fun of how short you are by actually seeing you."

She then led me to the steps to my house and sat us down.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Anything, Ms. Bird."

"If by some miracle, you ever saw again, please don't leave me. After you see the real me."

"I promise," I swore.

She then hugged me.

"But, Tyler?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I should tell you."

"And what would that be?"

"I'm temporarily blind. Due to the incident that happened, I get surgery and my sight back in May."

"That's amazing! But one question."

I nodded, encouraging her to talk.

"How did you lose your sight?"

A/N: New update! I'm on Spring Break, allowing me to do more writing. Yes, I'm aware of the length, but I couldn't give away too much in one chapter. But, what do you think? She found out his eye color, and that he's temporarily blind, but why was her last question so big? Thoughts? Well Read, Vote, and Comment!

Sincerely,

K.L. xoxo