Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 26: Tyler

Monday, 1:34 P.M. PST

See, these are the decisions that Gage says I shouldn’t be making after I pick up the bottle.

First was my decision to call Sophie in a rage. 

I hate that she put the idea of Hayden lying to me about this baby in my head! That led to a series of bad decisions I could have avoided had I not called.

The second was agreeing to let Sophie come to my house to pick me up. 

“You’re drunk, Ty,” she told me, interrupting my angry rant about how even the alcohol wasn’t enough to get that shit out of my head. “Let me come pick you up. You need to sober up; I’ll help you.” 

I thought nothing of it, so I let her. Why? Probably the mix of both alcohol and anger clouding my mind. The exact mix Gage tells me about when he’s explaining my bad decision-making process... and why I should quit drinking because of it.

The third decision, being the worst of them all so far, was my decision to let Sophie kiss me. 

I just didn’t have the energy to stop it. She was so persistent in telling me how I didn’t deserve the shit Hayden was putting me through. How I shouldn’t have been drunk before 12 PM and that if I were with her, I’d have stayed sober.

I did it to shut both her, and the voices in my head up. But all it did was lead me here, to this predicament.

I can already tell it’ll lead to yet another bad decision on my end. 

“The baby is asleep,” Sophie says with a smile I recognize all too well. “We could... head to the bedroom…?”

I know exactly what she’s getting at, but a part inside of myself convinces myself I don’t. I know that it’s so I can pull the ‘I didn’t know it would happen’ card with myself when I sober up. 

I’ll worry about hating myself later. 

We make it to her room and she throws herself on top of me, wasting no time. She goes to say something, but I don’t want to hear it. All she’ll do is make some kind of remark about Hayden, bringing her right back into my mind when in all reality, this could take my mind off her for a while. I cover her mouth, continuing to make my way to the bed with her in my arms.

In a very swift motion, I have her laying belly down on the edge of the bed. I don’t know how my body could fathom being hard right now, but I am. Sliding her pants down her hips and shoving myself inside of her is effortless. 

But I don’t even feel anything. 

I’d love to think it’s just because she had a baby, but I know myself better than that. I feel nothing because she’s not Hayden, and all but a small piece of me right now wants her to be Hayden so bad. 

“Tyler! Be careful!” Sophie cries into the mattress as I take myself out only to shove myself forcefully right back. “You’re fucking hurting me!” 

Her words don’t matter; She hurt me! She’s the one that put the bullshit about Hayden into my head! She’s the one that called me over here, probably knowing that drunken Ty would fuck her just to try to forget Hayden!

Sophie isn’t the one I’m mad at…

I pull out, just in time to hear her practically cry into the mattress beneath me.

I’m trying to feel bad, but the anger I still feel towards Hayden easily overpowers all other feelings I’m having.

In an instant, I’m back inside of her. She’s crying, but I just keep shoving myself deeper and deeper inside of her until I let myself grow so worked up with anger that I have no choice but to burst.