The Runaway Bride

Chapter 13 -- Like we used to

“Man! That was just one hella weekend experience! Although its nothing compared to Ocean Park in Hongkong or the cable cars at the Alps, atleast I’ve enjoyed!”

I  said as I took loads of shopping bags from my Beige Cadillac CTS Sedan


Totoong nag enjoy ako ng sobra. I dont even know how to put how fun the day had been with my brother and his new girlfriend. Ang saya. Halos nakalimutan ko nga yung problema ko. 



 “You should’ve seen your face while you were on the zipline. Geez! how i wish i've capture and took a picture of you back there! Your cheeks were like .. blowing off  on your face which kinda reminds me of some kinda crazy chimpanzee” Iñigo, who was still holding three bags of groceries that we bought in the morning, commented while he was laughing hysterically 





Ako naman sabay tapak sa paa ng kapatid ko sa sobrang asar. Alaskador talaga tong si Iñigo eh. Serves him right!




Nasa Villa na kami ulit ngayon habang kaka-park pa lang ni Iñigo ng car sa may tapat. We were talking about the next thing we’ll do the next day.. I suggested pa nga na we should go out of the sun and have some fun on the beach tomorrow or the next days to come




 We were in the midst of our conversation when We were startled the moment we saw a gray  Mercedes-Benz SL-Class parked, just in front yet not so far from the villa itself





My smile gradually faded when I saw that familiar-to-my eyes silhouette which emerged and approached us.. one step at a time, slowly.. just like his silhouette





“Diane, let’s talk” a deep masculine voice said almost sounding so commanding yet soft and captivating



It was Tyler. The way he tried to touch my arm affectionately and the way I could feel his eyes penetrating in my skin.. 


Way to ruin the mood, Walton!



 but instead of glancing back, I continued my stride and walked passed the man who was apparently standing in front of the Villa’s doorstep




Anong akala niya? Hmp!






 When I switch the lights on, the man was now easy to see. I was right. It was Tyler, who, by the looks of it, lost a huge amount of weight and unshaven jaw. He looked more mature than the last time I saw him



Wait, When was the last time I saw him? Right, it was a month now






 “What is there to talk about, Tyler?” I snapped while I threw the shopping bags on the couch and turn around just in time to face the man once again






"About what happen a month ago, I'm sorry Dee. Please hear me out" He was trying to move closer and reach for my hands but I consequently took few steps back colliding my back from the vase 








 Which emitted a loud “Clash” sound but didn't faze my glare daggers at Tyler


 "Don't you dare come near me .." I warned and took another step backwards, but he didn't comply .. He still insisted to move closer to me as possible.. 


Inalis ko ang flats ko and threw it on him, but he still didn't budge kahit na I know it hit him hard on his shoulder especially the other try I did that hit his arm "I warned you!"


"Dee, Don't make it hard for the both of us.. Please" He pleaded but still, I didn't listen .. hannggang sa nakatapak na ako ng bubog sa paa..


Ewan ko nga kung anong mas masakit eh, yung nagdurugo kong paanan o yung puso kong wasak na wasak na at pagod na pagod




“I’m sorry if I told you—“
 “Told me?! You yelled at me, Tyler! You yelled at me! Sayin’ I should grow the fuck up!” I said as I fought my best to hold on to my tears .. to not let him show how it affected me, how vulnerable I was when he said that to my face


But I failed when I felt it rolled down my cheek my mascara entirely ruin by it while Tyler’s attempting to lock me on an embrace



 “Grow the fuck up… Do you know how it hurts?” I repeated while trying to yank Tyler's hand in another attempt to hug me.But I turn around





And then his arms grabbed me from behind, pinning me back against his chest and, in that moment, I lost it.






My knees sagged, but he supported me, holding me up as I started to cry in earnest.

"I know," I heard Tyler murmur against my hair. "I know, Dee. God, I'm so sorry."




I turned then, clutching fistfuls of his jacket for purchase and burying my face in against his neck as I shook.




I had worked so hard to keep it together for quite some time. I'd wanted so much to take my pain away, but I was done being brave.




My tears slid down his throat, making his t-shirt damp beneath my cheek, but Tyler just kept stroking my hair, his lips moving against my forehead as he muttered words of comfort I was too far gone to hear.






I couldn't stand it. It was too unfair and it hurt too damn much.




I don't know how long I poured it all out on Tyler, it felt like my heart was breaking and I was fairly sure no-one had developed a measure for exactly how long that took.





Slowly, however, I exhausted myself; my choked sobs stuttering until I was just leaning weakly against him my head throbbing with more tears I was too tired to cry out.



“I’m sorry, Dee.. I didn’t mean to.” He said attempting to wrap me on his tenderness
 I complied this time and wept more as I cried my heart out on his arms





"I was just tired that time, pressured and worn out from work, you know how Dad squeezes me like a lemon. I know it sounded like another sick excuse but I'm sorry. Really am sorry. Sorry if I haven't given you enough time to spend with together. I'm sorry" 

He planted a kiss on my forehead and he helped me out to the couch, he left me there for awhile and came back with a bandage, bethadine and a cotton on his hands few seconds after he's gone. I know.. he sounded like superhuman after all that






I almost forgot how he knew his ways in this rest house. He still remembers the whereabouts of the medicine cabinet and first aid kit. He lifted my foot and clean up the wound as gentle as possible





"This may sting a little" He said and kissed my toes





"Ouch .." I flinched, as I felt the pain as he clean it. I closed my eyes tightly . 




"All done"





He sat beside me and  leans over as he puts his arms around me , Consequently, I rest my head on his shoulder.






It suddenly feels okay now .. He says how sorry he was right? I thought






He kisses hmy forehead, and notices a scar there, about an inch long, faint but there.





"Where did you get this?" he pokes it with his finger.





"I fell out of my bike when I was six," I told him. He laughs, and I protested, "I suppose you have no scars from something dumb you accidentally did as a child?"






Tyler shifts his position, and I leave his shoulder. He puts his foot across my knees, pointing to a long scar on his shin.





"That's a nice one," I told him, running my finger along the line.





"Fell out of a tree when I was eight. My leg hit the edge of a large rock when I hit the ground. Eleven stitches. I broke my arm, too," he grins at me.








"I bet your dad was furious," I laughed, imagining Mr. James Walton scolding a little Tyler.





"Livid," he is also laughing. He takes his leg off my lap and reaches down to pick up my legs to put them across his.




"I don't have any scars on my legs," I told him, but somehow I had a feeling that's not what he has in mind.





"I know. I've looked," he says, running his hand up the side of my leg, caressing the skin he loves so much, higher, up to my thigh.






His touch makes me warm all over, and he leans over to kiss me. I'm a bit helpless in this position, I realize. My eyes drift closed as I kissed him back hungrily, tongues warm and wet, feeling pushing thought out the door.






But something was bothering me a bit .. It was itchy, really itchy...






I broke the kiss, sitting upright again. He has a confused look in his eyes. He must've been wondering why I pushed his chest away






 He brings his hands down to my foot and starts massaging it. His hands are warm and strong; My feet feel small and slender beneath them.





He looks across at my face and smiled, his eyes exuding a heat that I feel in my belly. He leans forward to kiss me again. His lips are warm, possessing mine, his tongue sweeping across my lips but I didn't let it in yet, and I gently pulled away.





"What's wrong, Dee?"




I scratch on my jawline remembering how itchy it felt like when it came contact with his beard and mustache





I put my index finger on his lips and said "No kissing 'til you shave that----" I pointed out his bushy beard and mustache ---- " off .. It's itchy" 






He pout his lips, thatt lips that suddenly caught me off guard. But no, ang kati kati talaga so I slowly sat up from the couch and pulled him up with me.





"We're going to shave that off now or never" But before I took another step away from the couch he already lifted me up in his arms and carried me like I didn't weigh anything.. 






"Alright, Mrs. Walton .. As you wish"





 He brings his arms around my waist to hold me properly.  I smiled the moment I saw his lips broke into a grin and when he reaches down to kiss me...






"No-uh.. Not until you shave that off"

"Alright.. Alright"





He sighed and I couldn't help but pinch his nose, he was so adorable especially when I saw him pout like that





Something I realized as he carried me like a bride to the bathroom---- I missed this. I missed his company and I definitely missed him a lot