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

Chapter 33: Tyler

Sunday, 9:21 A.M. PST

I wake up to the sound of my phone going off rather than Lily crying through the baby monitor as I have been for the past week.

It’s probably Gage, once again calling me about my absence from our house for the sixth day straight.

I don’t feel like dealing with him, but I pull my phone from the nightstand beside me anyway.

Harper: Hey, you want to
fly out to Vermont to visit 
Hayden today?
Harper: I’m going with
my mom on Wed, and I
remember you saying 
you wanted to go last 
week. Figured I’d ask!

I’m glad it’s not Gage bitching again, but I can’t help a sense of dread from washing over me as I read the messages.

There’s no way I could go visit Hayden; Not after everything that’s happened this past week…

What am I supposed to tell Harper though? That I can’t bring myself to go see her because I’ve spent the last week fucking my ex?

That’d go over so well. I can already picture the hell I’d get, not only from Hayden’s pitbull of a sister, but big bad Mama Gold would have something to say about it too. 

Ugh. 

I know I have to respond now. I can see that Harper is online, and I’m sure she’s noticed that I’ve read her messages.

Tyler: What time? I’ve got
a few things to do, but I 
can try.

Harper responds almost immediately, just like I’d expected. 

Harper: Got to be at the
airport by 11:30. Let me
know by 11, and I can
give you a ride.

I tell her okay, and pull myself from the mattress with a sigh. 

What the fuck did I do? I’ve been so dead inside this past week; I wasn’t really even allowing myself to think about my actions. 

Is this it? Is this the end of me and Hayden? Am I really crawling back to Sophie because she put something in my head, and I let it eat away at me? 

My heart aches in my chest when I let myself think about it. I don’t want it to be the end.

But I fucked up big time. 

“What’s the matter?” Sophie suddenly asks beside me, sleep in her voice. 

It both startles and annoys me at the same time. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have been here!

“I’ve got to get out of here,” I say as all of my breath seems to leave my body. The room seems like it’s closing in around me! “I’ve got to get the fuck out of here...”

I’m pulling my jeans up my waist, grabbing my keys and rushing out of her room before my head can process it.