Killed by Cancer

Chapter 61

'My body literally aches at the thought of not seeing you again,' - Unknown.

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I charged into Tyler's house and went straight to the living room. David was sat there with an alcohol bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I want answers," I said.

"Oh you're Tyler's girlfriend, aren't ya?" He said.

"What happened to Tyler? Admit that you hurt him. Admit it now!" I said in anger.

"Well, I may have gave him a battering but I didn't know he was that weak to kill him, pathetic," he said.

I felt so hurt. The way he was talking about Tyler just hurts me.

"Why did you hurt him? He didn't do anything to you," I said.

"He deserved it, okay?!"  He yelled, making me jump.

"I loved him!" I yelled back.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't love you!" He said back.

With that, I charged to him and I wouldn't stop punching and hitting him. He grabbed my hands so easily and pinned them above my head. He stood up from the sofa with my hands still in his tight grasp.

"You think you're stronger than me!" He shouted.

"I'll never be stronger than you but at least I'm not a heartless person and I can love and be kind to people, that's something that you'll never be capable of," I said.

He let go off my hand and he pushed me to the ground.

"Get out of my house before I do something I regret!" He said.

I shot up and left the house. I massaged my wrists which were now red because David was holding them so tightly. I'm so pathetic. Nothing I do will ever make me feel better. Nothing will bring Tyler back. I headed home and lay on my bed as the tears flew to my pillow, soaking them.

Tyler died because he was being abused. I never noticed it. How many other people are out there and the same thing is happening to them? It needs to stop. I have to try and do something to stop it. If not me, then who? I went to sleep with that thought in my head.

I awoke in the morning and got changed and headed downstairs.

"You have to eat breakfast, you haven't eaten anything in the past few days," Mum said.

"Okay," I said.

"Do you want dippy eggs and toast?" She asked.

"They were Tyler's favourite," I whispered under my breath but she heard me.

"Cereal it is then," she said.

She poured coco pops into a bowl and then poured the milk in just how I like it; not too much milk and enough to make all the coco pops lay flat on the milk. I ate it slowly.

"I know it's too soon to talk about it but Tyler's Mum or stepdad have said they're not covering the funeral costs even though they have more than enough money," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, so John and I are going to pay for it," she said.

I dropped my spoon down and looked up at her. I felt suddenly emotional.

"You'd do that?" I asked.

"Yeah, Tyler was really close to us all, it's the least I can do," She said.