Teaching the Blind Boy to Love Again

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

asher

I decided to walk around town after my visit with George. After being here for months, and Tyler always taking us to all the stores and cafés on the sidewalks, I could find my way where to go pretty well.

After being blind for about six months, I've learned to use my other senses a lot more. If I wasn't blind, I would think you were crazy if you told me you can get by throughout the day just by listening to things.

For instance right now, there is someone in front of me walking very slowly. I listen to their footsteps to understand their pace so I don't bump into them or anything.

Of course I miss seeing things. Waking up in the morning and opening my eyes to complete darkness is difficult, but it's not impossible.

I know I still have my anger issues and such, but being blind taught me to appreciate more of what I have in life. I still have those, 'I hate the world' days, but I also have good ones. Say the weather. I usually hate the sun, I still do. But, as I walk down the road, there's this slight breeze but still warmth from the sun. It feels good, for some unknown reason.

I guess it could just be the calmness. After walking around for twenty or so minutes, I don't feel as if I want to shoot someone, or at least that much.

My mind keeps drifting to four months from now. So much is going to happen. Tyler and I will be graduating. We have to decide on our colleges and what we want to pursue in life. Tyler. Would we still be together?

And then, there's the surgery. I'm not too worried about anything going wrong because I already lost my sight.  There's nothing to lose. But there's also this huge possibility that nothing else will happen. A whole surgery wasted and I wouldn't regain my sight.

I could always try a new surgery, or do it again, I have a pretty wealthy family, but there's also that factor of time. I'd have to keep waiting ten months over and over. And that's if I got lucky. If I didn't, we'd also have to waste more months and time figuring out what the next surgery would be, how to do it, what would occur, etc.

And this all leads back to Tyler. Would she even wait for me that long?

Speaking of her, I need to tell her I visited George. I'm pretty sure she won't be too happy, but it's better to be honest.

Whipping out my cellphone, I located a bench and sat down calling her number.

"Hello?"

"Hey there weirdo."

"Ah, yes, nice to hear from you too," she spoke sarcastically.

I just laughed.

"So what's up?"

"Can you meet me at the café by the flower shop?"

"Yeah, of course. Is something wrong?"

"No, I just need to talk to you about something," I answered relaxed, so she wouldn't panic.

"Okay, see you there."

I hung up and started my way towards the café. Once I got in, I went to our usual table. It was easier for us to just meet at the same place in case she was here first and I couldn't see her.

A few minutes later the bell jingled and I heard someone walk towards the table.

"Hey you," she sounded.

I got up and walked towards her, kissing her lightly once I got to her.

"Hey," I smiled.

We both then sat down.

"So, don't kill me," I started, anxiously.

"What did you do this time Smith?" she sighed.

"I visited someone today."

"Who?"

"Your dad."

For a while all I heard was silence from her.

"Why?" she asked desperately, and I could hear her trying not to cry.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked getting up and crouching down next to her chair.

"Why did you go?!" she yelled, louder.

"I went because no matter how much I hate him for what he did to your family, he's still your father. I talked to him about fixing things," I whispered, taking her hand in mine, but she quickly ripped it from my grip.

"Fixing things?! Asher Smith, you had no right! No right whatsoever! This is my family, and what happens in it is none of your concern," she spat standing up.

I heard her walk away towards the door, and stormed after her feeling my temper rise itself.

I followed her to a parking lot until she got to her car.

"It is my concern Tyler! I'm your boyfriend, remember?"

She laughed bitterly, "Whoa there everyone! This guy is my boyfriend! Yeah! He deserves to know everything about my personal life and loves to intrude in on it!" she yelled to no one in particular.

"Intrude?! Since when is caring for someone intruding?" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air out of frustration.

"You don't care, Asher!"

"I do care!"

"If you did, then you wouldn't have gone and seen my dad," she screamed, pointing her finger into my chest.

"You don't even understand? Do you?" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her up against her car.

"Asher-," she started.

"No! Tyler I'm sick of trying to help you. You think I'm the blind one?" I asked, squeezing her shoulders harder.

"Asher-."

"You're the blind one, Tyler! You're blind to other people's feelings!"

"Asher, you're hurting me!" she cried.

I then realized how tough my grip was on her, and released her instantly.

"Tyler, I didn't realize I was hurting you," I spoke softly, as guilt and pain built up inside of me.

"Save it, Asher," she whispered, "The reason I didn't want you to see my father is because I don't want you to meet him, and think lower of me. Have him brainwash you, too."

"Baby, I understand that now," I spoke, reaching my hand out towards her.

"Don't touch me," she said harshly.

"But-."

"Please, just leave me alone. You're just like him," she spoke venomously.

I then heard her trudge to her car, slam the door, and drive away.

"Ahhh!" I screamed out, running my hands through my hair and kicking the ground.

What have I done?

A/N: Hello there! Ah, quick update as promised. This chapter actually took me longer to write even if it wasn't that long. I was trying to decide what events I wanted in this. So, a little bit of drama. What do you think? Opinions?

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