The Bet ✔

|36| Fighting For Her

A/N: So I though I would give you guys another chapter for the weekend so you have something to look forward to!!😉❤ This will be all of Tyler's point of view starting at when Emma left at Prom.

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| Tyler |

I tossed and turned all night. I got no sleep. I couldn't sleep, the pain weighing down in my chest from everything that I put Emma through last night was unbearable and it was almost impossible to think about anything but her beautiful face, destroyed by pain and tears; tears that I put there!

Her heart was broken and in pain because of me! Its my fucking fault!

I groaned jolting up in bed. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and it read 5:54am. Holy shit, it was barely six in the morning, the last time I was up this early I was four years old and wearing feet pajamas, waiting for my mom to plate me chocolate chip pancakes.

If only life could go back to being that easy.

I ran a frustrated hand over my face in attempt to shake me from all the thoughts haunted me but it did nothing but give me more of a reminder when my knuckles burned with pain. I hissed and opened and closed my hand, looking at the angry red scars covering my hand. They hurt like a bitch but I don't regret for one second how I got them.

| Flashback |

Emma started backing away and I was frozen watching her pick up her dress and slowly turn away from me, but the hurt in her eyes and the tears staining her cheeks, I would never forget. I watched as Ariel and Lena ran after her, calling out to her. That should be me but I was stuck, I was in a state of shock.

I actually ruined this. I fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me and I don't think there is any hope in getting her back. A pain weighed heavy in my chest and a burning sensation formed in the back of my eye. Knots were in my stomach and my throat was as dry as the desert. I felt disgusting and heartless. Emma was right, I was a heartless prick.

"I told you to fucking confess everything to her..." A voice came from behind me. Chris. He was still here. "I told you you were going to regret it. You made your bed, now lie in it." that's the last I heard from him before I heard his feet begin to walk away but he only took a few steps before I heard muffled voices.

Heels were approaching me from behind and I heard another voice speak to me. A softer voice, not any less angry but feminine.

"Your an asshole Tyler, you and Brad. But Emma loves you and she deserves to be happy. Fix this. She's worth the fight, don't you think?" Erika's voice questioned me from behind.

I didn't turn around. I couldn't, I couldn't look anyone in the eyes without feeling guilt and shame about what I did. Anyone with a conscious at least. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to process every word that was told to me but I couldn't, every time I closed my eyes all I saw was my baby's face, crying, tears staining her cheeks. Its a vision I really never wanted to see again.

Before I knew it I was alone. Erika's heels were walking away and another set of feet began walking with her, I assumed it was Chris. When all I heard was the faint music coming from inside the proms venue, and nothing else I caved and finally broke down.

I screamed and rammed my fist right into the wall nearest me. I right hooked the wall a couple more times before the pain in my hand became almost as strong as the pain in my chest.

"NO!" I fucking shouted before sliding my body down the wall and realizing I was crying. Not just crying, I was fucking sobbing like a hormonal girl. But I didn't care, I could care less right now, I ruined everything and lost the one girl who actually took a chance on me, who actually made me want to be myself, the only girl I fell head over heels in loves with.