Chained

Chapter 6 pt.2.

Milyn POV

As I opened my front door, I saw Tyler sitting on the couch watching TV.

I tried to ease my way up the stairs, but he called me over to him.

"What?" I said with an attitude, holding my head down. I don't feel like arguing.

"Why did you go? You just wanted to get punched up right?"

"You don't care any way. All you want to do is get mad and yell about ---"

He cut me off.

"If I didn't care, I wouldn't get mad ! What don't you understand about that shit?" He yelled, through his clenched teeth. His veins started popping out from his neck.

His look scared me, it was like he was somebody else. I backed up a little bit.

"You know what? I don't have time to argue with you. You can go, I don't know why you're still here anyways."

"You always make the dumbest choices." he said, under his breath.

"Don't judge my choices if you don't understand my reasons !" I yelled back at him.

"You need to stop being so damn stubborn ! You don't have to act independent for anybody, what don't you get?"

"Fuck you Tyler, because I don't need any fucking body to be there for me. I got it, I can hold it down myself. "

I walked towards the front door and held it open, still holding my head down.

He walked towards the door, but before leaving, he stared at me and picked my chin up. We were now looking into each others eyes.

"I love you Milyn. I actually care about, text me when you realize it."

I just looked at him blankly.

"Thanks." I closed the door, and sat on the couch to cry.

Cheyenne POV

Well, ever since Brandon was in his coma, I went to check on him everyday.

I walked into the hospital and went straight to Brandons room.

Yes, Brandon and I used to date. That was just two years ago, of course. He broke up with me, because he was catching feelings for another girl named Hannah. I was heart broken at the time, but my girls helped me get over it. Hannah and Brandon broke up though, so it's kind of weird for me, when i'm around him.

I walked into his room and sat down. He still looked nice, even though he's in a coma.

"Hey Brandon, I hope you're holding up good. I made you a little card, but they're stick figure people. So don't judge me." I laughed.

"Well, i'll be out, i'll see you tomorrow." I touched his hand and smiled.

As I got up and turn around to walk out the door, I saw Chris coming in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Nah, I should be asking you that."

"I was just .. Hold on, don't flip this script on me." I said, pointing my finger on his chest.

"I'm just here to drop off the stuff Mimi told me to send, since yesterday."

"And you're just now doing that?"

He just shrugged.

He putted the cards onto the table.

"Follow me to Tuesdays." He said.