Love you no matter what. -ON HOLD-

Chapter 12: The Edge {Part 2}

A/N Could you guys check out my new manxman/mpreg/werewolf story? It's called ''The Edge'' :P

Oh and sorry I didn't update for so long, wattpad was messing up and I had problems uploading plus I had a writers block. Ugh. But here it is, the next part of Chapter 12. Enjoy!

>Picture of Daniel's kitchen.

-Daniel-

This person is fucking coward who couldn't stand up for anything that he wanted. This [person was is too fucking scared to see that the actions that he thinks will help others actually hurt the person that he's in love with and himself.

For fucks sake, that person is me and I am a prick for even considering doing such a thing, letting Tyler go. But what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I can just let Patrick hurt him, not when i'm here. I would rather hurt Daniel by breaking up with him than letting Patrick do something horrible to him. I experienced that two years ago, after Patrick's fuck buddies fell in love and found himself a boyfriend. That guy really did get it, ending up in hospital with both of his leg's broken, his jaw fractured, two ribs broken, his hand twisted and don't get me started on the internal bleeding. 

Do you see my point now?

I felt someone starring at me and it was the person I tried to avoid the most, knowing that today I will have to let him go, for good. Jordan wasn't helping either, telling me that what i'm doing is stupid and that I should just tell him what's going on; I love Jordan like a brother and he's great but sometimes he just thinks everything can be done with the click of his finger. No. It can't be. Because this is real life, and I will have to pay my consequences for my actions. 

Ty was starring at me with a worried expression. Fuck. My face was a mess, with bruises and I haven't ate since Patrick came over. He was abussive, and he knew that as well. Of course, my family knew nothing about that since his and my parent's were good friends and that would ruin everything. I didn't want that, but now i'm paying the price of a 15-year-old me. The me that was so freaking gullible...letting a 17-year-old take control of my mind and making me do him if I wanted to wake up the next day. Did he rape me? I don't even know if that could be considered rape. He didn't force me physically...but he did mentally. 

I am so fucked up.

I smiled at the angel that I held once in my arms, at the lips that I used to kiss and the beautiful eyes I still love to stare at whenever I get the chance. I felt guilty for the future, that I won't be able to be with him anymore and tell him that I love him...that I am in love with him. For some reason my body made me move towards Tyler, fast. Looking into his eyes, I averted them to look at Zach.

I told him to fucking stay away from him, just as I told Paul. Angry wasn't even the word to describe how I was feeling right now. I was fucking pissed and fuming. 

'I told you to stay the fuck away from him.' I growled, clenching my fists by my side. He stepped back and gave Daniel a weak smile which made me even angrier than before. What the actual fuck. Are they buddies now? Let's hope not or that son-of-a-bitch will have to shield his pretty face. 

'Fuck off, Daniel.' Tyler hissed, making my head snap in his direction. What? What did he just say? My heart felt like it was shattering slowly, opening the wounds bit by bit. Ouch. 

'W-What?' I stuttered. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head as some strands of hair fell on his face. 

 'You heard me.' He said back; his voice was full of venom. I couldn't tell what kind of expression I was making right now, but for a split of a second I saw the sadness in his words as he spoke those words out. Please tell me Jordan didn't tell him anything.