I Found The Man Of My Dreams, At My Sisters Kindergarten

Chapter 11. H O P E

A/N: Picture to the side is Amber (Maia Mitchell)

Chapter 11. H O P E

Tyler’s POV

Its days like this, where I wish I did something earlier. To fight for her or be in her place, to pray over and over again for her to have a better life. I was too late, of course I was. She is my everything, my world, my rock. I cannot believe I let this happen. I cannot believe I didn’t intervene earlier, to put a stop to all of this. But no, I was to god damn stupid.

Now Bambi, my poor innocent little Bambi.

I punched the wall next to me, frightening anyone in a close enough radius. That stupid bastard. This is all his fault! Stupid low life.

Amber Blake is fighting for her god damn life because of him.

 She suffered a minor stroke. Her whole body went into shock after her bad dream, they were so close to announcing her death, but at the last minute, my baby survived.

Bad news is she is currently on life support. With a fifty-fifty chance of survival.
 Just after her stroke I had received a call from Amber's mum Mia. Her sorry of an excuse for a father ran away, he literally packed a bag, left his mess behind and took his car and left. You would think that I would be so god damn happy but I'm not. I wish I could have another chance to beat that low life up, till his death. To show him what it feels like to be tortured.

Amber's mum finally called the police, to report her daughter’s abuse, and to provide a statement. She also had mentioned that he ran away, the coward. Gabe Blake is now a wanted man.

Though I never got to ask her to be my girlfriend, I want that chance. I need that god damn chance, to tell her everything, to tell her that we were best friends as kids, to tell her that I’ve always wanted to be with her, and to tell her that I...

That I love her.

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It’s been two weeks, and Amber has shown no sign of improvement. We missed the school dance, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I would rather be sitting next to the love of my life, while she fights to stay with us. Every day I visit her. I recall all of our childhood memories to which she has forgotten. The good and the bad. Holly is with us every day too. She is currently living at home with my parents and I, continuously calling me her new best friend. She is the sweetest thing in the world. Her a Thalia has become the best of friends, stating that they will be forever.

Every day since Amber  has been admitted into hospital, for about ten minutes I leave Holly with one of the nurses, while I pay a quick visit to the chapel downstairs. I pray asking God, to help her, to heal her and to help us find her wrong doing father. To bring my princess back to me, to all of us.

I was never much of a prayer, or a religious kind of person, but I think that I now realise how much praying helps you, it gives you hope, that there is someone up there, and that person will know if it’s time for the person to stay or to leave. But I seriously hope that God believes that its not Amber's time yet, I don’t know what I would do without her.

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It’s now been three weeks, and Amber has shown little improvement, the doctors have noticed that she is slowly trying to breathe one her own, which is apparently a great sign. It shows that she is starting to regain control of her own body. Tomorrow they will be taking her oxygen tube away, to see how well she does without it. You can say that I'm sweating bullets, nervousness taking over me.

The morning of the tube removal, I had booked an appointment at the local tattoo parlour. Deciding that I needed to express this crazy time with one single symbol.