You're Mine (Tyler White)

Chapter 11

Marie is already in bed asleep after the scene outside occurred. I close the door and let my purse slide of my arm as I myself slide my back down the door until my knees are hiding my face. Just inches of wood separate me and Tyler, while our identical actions play out. I hear him pick himself off the concrete front porch and what I assume is dalton being picked up off the grass. Dalton's truck roars to life and pulls out of the drive way. I sit in the dark silence for a few more minutes before pulling myself together and grabbing some water from the kitchen. I make my way downstairs and into my bathroom. I stare at my wrecked face in the mirror before wiping off the ruined makeup. I strip off the dress and get a bubble bath ready with my laptop on a stool so I can watch a movie.

After my much needed, relaxing bath, I put on my robe and sit on my bed. I grab the picture of me and Tyler at the amusement park and go lay it in the bottom of my suitcase. I look over at the time that has somehow quickly ticked it's way to 2:47am. After my bath and movie I am still not tired, quiet the opposite. Trailing up the stairs to the kitchen, I find the deadbolt on the front door unlocked. I knew I hadn't locked it when I got up, so I walked over and locked it and closed all the blinds and curtains as Marie does every night. I'm assuming she left them open since I was coming home late. I pick up my purse and pull out my phone, having 14 missed calls from Tyler.

I listen to the only voicemail that was left for me and hear it clearly

"Sidney I know you are mad, infuriated, what I said was wrong but what I left out is you could change me. You can help me. Only you can sid. I'm sitting here in my driveway waiting for you. I will sit here for hours, I'm going to wait"

I delete the message and continue on getting some slices of the brownie Marie made along side some strawberries. I plop a strawberry into my mouth and I step down the last step turning into my bedroom that is strangely dark, considering I did leave the lights on. A muffled cry comes out from the direction of my bed and I quickly set down my plate and race to the light switch. As the lights turn on I see a pair of bloodshot blue eyes look up at me. His head hung low as the obvious look of cowardness washes over his face. He should feel cowardly. He was the one who yelled straight to my face then expects me to run right back to him as tears fall down his face. Talking is what we need but it seems like it will be hard with his circumstances.

"I am so sorry, I did this. I deserve the pain I have. I need you but I can't have you anymore. I messed that up. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Choppy words come out of his mouth along with a few hiccups from all the sobbing. Just the look of sorrow, despair, and utter loneliness I knew was in both of our eyes, was enough to draw me over to him and to hug him like never before. We sit there for a while and I reach over to grab the plate of food and we share it while sitting in silence we both so desperately needed right now. He looks down at me and situates himself under the blankets on my bed, allowing enough space for me to sleep and is not touch. I needed it. I longed for the warmth only he gave me. Climbing into the bed I press my back to his chest and the warmth radiated through my pajama shirt as we both soon doze off.