I change my clothes quickly, smelling the amazing food downstairs would do that to you. Cait and my mom cooked up a breakfast and leave the kitchen in a total mess, why can't they be neater?
I fill a plate and practically gulp it down in seconds. My mom is an amazing cook and I can't remember the last time she cooked a meal for us.
I force them to help me clean that kitchen and then we leave for school.
A long day of classes and an amazing lunch break with Caitlyn passes. The day was going so well up until I found myself at work and then all I wanted to do was leave here and go home.
I was fitting in new lights today and I was surprised to be jumped on. I recognised that laugh as we both fell to the ground. She goes on top of me and kisses me. I will never ever get enough of the way her lips taste.
Mike is gone and I'm all alone which works out in my favour. I grab her hand and lead her to my car.
"Ty where are you taking me?"
"Don't you trust me?" I pull her closer to me, planting a little kiss on her forhead.
The look she had when I showed her the necklace I got her was enough to reassure me that I want to spoil her and didn't buy it as a gesture to win her over.
"Tyler how did you manage to get this" she does a little a jump and kiss me on the cheek. I got her a necklace that looks exactly as he favourite flower, or what I had assumed to be after seeing the Dahlia's in her rok.
She pushes me and walks into the garage. Sitting on the bonet ofy car as I fit the new bumper on my Impala. Mike practically has a junkyard in his backyard. He collects and stores extra parts here and one of the perks about being his favourite employee, he let's me use anything I find in there for my Impala. That would make sense though his dad and my dad would build cars together while they grew up.
I planned on taking her out but she found all the stuff I had hid in my trunk. Some chocolate covered strawberries and marshmallows.
She stole them and started eating them.
This felt perfect. She was playing with my hair as I put the bumper on and once I was done she fed me the numerous snacks and wrapped her legs around me as I tried to tickle her in order to break free. We chased each other around the shop like kids. She kept on asking questions about the tools and parts and forced me to show her how to use them. Out of breath and tired from laughing we just lay on the floor and close our eyes soaking up each other's company.
My phone buzzes and disturbs the moment I was enjoying so much.
"Hello lexy what's wrong"?
"Tyler, Harry attempted to clean the pool pump and he cut his hand trying to clean it, mom took us to the hospital. Meet us there" she says frantically.
"Wait lex slow down, how many stiches did he need?"
"He cut himself deep in his right pinky or something like that, just get here please we need you". She means she needs me. She's absolutely freaking out I'm sure and just wants to feel safer knowing I'm there. I don't mind though, she is my sister and I'd do anything to help her.
"I'm on my way".
"Could you hurry up moms freaking out and she'll only listen to you now" ahh yes the over dramatic fashion that is my mother.
"Okay lexy I'm on the way " I say trying to sound soothing.
After running every streetlight and stop sign at top speeds I finally make it to the hospital. Caitlyn refused to leave, according to her making sure lexy is okay is of atmost importance. I rolled my eyes at her as she was speaking to the receptionist.
She rubbed circles into my hand as she whispered "I promise his fine okay" in my ears. Of course I knew he was fine he is going to take forever to heal from this but he'll be fine.
I grab her ass and that earns me a death glare and a flick on the nose. She removes my hand and holds it much tighter this time.
Lexy runs into my arms and I notice my mom pacing up and down the hall way. I lead lexy towards Caitlyn and walk to my mom. I know what's bothering her. We've been in this position before.
I was 3 years old , my father had been working on his engine when a piece of sheet metal pierced his forearm snapping his tendon. I assume this injury Harry endured reminded my mom of him .
I don't get on with my mother because half the time she isn't even around for lexy and I. I mean I've become fucking independent yes but lexy is still growing and she needs her mother the most but unlike most mothers mine is to caught up.in herself to see how much her daughter needs her.
"I remember it like it was yesterday " her statement takes me aback totally, I never expected her to spark a conversation with me first.
"Yeah mom I thought this fuck up would bring up memories you don't want to remember".
" I'm tired of you accusing me, I think about your father everyday , I love Nicholas but your father is stuck in my head all the damn time and I can't even look at you because everytime I look at you Tyler all I see is him. You think I've forgotten how he used to wake you and lex up early every Saturday and take you'll out so I could go to the spa or shopping and have time for me, and when he would get back from wherever he took you and lex, he would run a bath for me and make me the best food. No man could make any women happier than your father could but he's gone and I can't get him back and if you and lex hold me accountable for his failure at leaving us behind then screw you guys too" she said the last part shouting at the top of her lungs and punches a frame. I see where I get my anger from. This small woman here infront of me. Perhaps this is why we clash, we're both equally as stubborn and set in our ways. Once we decide you're the villain that's it.
Blood trickling down her hand she falls to the floor in tears. I pang of guilt rises in my chest but subsides once I realise she's okay. I may hate a little bit but she's still my mother, as much as I wish she were a different woman I'm fucking stuck with her so I might as well live with it.
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Letting Go
RomanceTyler Slone is your typical bad boy and of course like any other cliche he goes soft when he meets his good girl Caitlyn Peterson, but what if things aren't as they seem and the story doesn't take the cliched turn we've all grown used to. I wrote th...