The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Eleven

Song of the chapter is Kanye West's 'Heartless'

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was majorly weird walking in through Tyler's front door after so many years had passed. Thankfully, not much had changed. The hallway that lead from the door was still bright and warm looking, the paint on the wall was a strange mixture of whites and yellows - it was yellow but not an in your face shade; in short, it was nice. The walls were comforting. The house in general was comforting for me, this house held so many happy memories. I can recall nearly all the days I spent in his house, the nights we spent in the living room inside the fort we constructed after his parents went to sleep. The movies I watched for the first time in this house, the delicious roast dinners I had had the pleasure of eating at his dining room table courtesy of his mother and father.

Not all the memories were happy though, like the last time I had been in the house. It wasn't pleasant and instead painful to remember.

"Do you want anything to drink? We have some lemonade in the fridge or maybe you would rather have cola?" Tyler asked, much to my surprise.

"Lemonade is fine thanks," I said after clearing my throat trying to stop him from realising how surprised I was at the fact he was being so nice to me considering the last time we really talked I was shouting at him for trying to make me choose between him and Mackenzie.

Mackenzie.

As soon as I thought about her I began to get angry again, my body began shaking, so much so that Tyler noticed when he handed me the glass of the lemonade. I went to take a sip which was hard considering how violently I was shaking. The drink was home made by Tyler's mother, Linda. I remember the taste of the sweet liquid but right then, the liquid simply tasted bitter from how angry I was. The colours in the house danced around and it was only then that I realised how I was dizzy. This was the effect Mackenzie's confession had on me. To put it in simple terms; I was falling apart.

And it was all her fault.

"So..." Tyler started, clearly still confused as to why I was here.

"I don't know where to begin Ty - I can still call you that can't I?" I asked.

"It's been a while-" he started.

"I know and I need to explain to you, I really am sorry, I just-" was all I could say before the tears that had been threatening to spill since before I left Mackenzie's house did just that.

"Khloe, I don't know what's wrong and if you don't tell me then I can't help you," he said.

"I don't know how to explain it, even if I did I don't know how you'd be able to help me."

With that, I looked up at him and stared at the face I thought I knew so well. He had changed so much since the last time I was this close to him. The freckles that used to speckle across his nose and cheek bones had faded. His hair had darkened and he now had a slight designer stubble going on. He was always a good looking guy, and it was only now that I realised how much he had grown up. I regretted how much I had missed in his life. I had missed him growing into this perfect guy and right now, I had never regretted something more in my life.

I never had regrets, so this was a weird phenomenon for me.

"I can't guarantee that I can help you, but I can guarantee that I will listen and try. We may have parted on bad terms but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you struggle."

How did I ever leave him? How could I have ever picked Mackenzie over him?

"You shouldn't be nice to me, I don't deserve it," I said looking down at my lap as I tried to hide from his gaze.