Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

7.

As I explained everything that happened, from Luke choking me to him getting shot, Tyler slowly traced circles on the back of my hand, comforting me.

"You're really strong you know." Tyler said once I finished.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"You should know so." He joked. "But seriously, not only has this Luke guy raped you, but he probably put you through mental hell."

I nodded, he did. "I'm still crazily in love with him though, is that wrong?"

"No, not at all." Tyler said as if I was making something up. "I'm still crazily in love with Aleisha but that doesn't stop me from seeing other people, testing the waters a little and trying to move on."

"You're crazy wise, ya know that?" I smiled.

"I've heard so before." He gave a cocky grin.

"Cocky too."

"Whatever," He rolled his eyes. His phone dinged from in his pocket and he pulled it out, typing in the pin, and inspecting the bright screan. "I have to go, but I want you to text me the next time Luke bullies you around." Tyler joked. I pouted.

"Fine." I groaned out, taking his phone out of my hand and calling my own. "There, now we both have each others number."

"Alright, bye crazy munchin."

And then he was gone, leaving to sit alone in this empty booth with me, myself, and I.