Don’t Cry Baby novel Chapter 7

"He was in my fucking house, sitting across from my mom with this wicked smile across his face like he beat us. Like we should sit down and give up because he knows how to break us."

"Damien calm down, I'll talk to him."

"Hell no you will not. That's exactly what he wants."

"Damien you can't tell me what I can and cannot do. I know him better then you, I know he'll listen to me." I roll my eyes at him and he rubs his tired ones. neither of us have been getting very much sleep. the whole Ty situation is keeping us both on edge.

I know if I talk to him he'll listen to me. I know it, I have to try and reason with him. It's like making a deal with the devil.

"Just trust me Damien okay, I'll go over there tonight and talk to him." Damien nods but he still looks skeptical. I slide over on the bed and sit closer to him, grabbing his face between my hands. It is so different from Ty's, there's no five oclock shadow scratching against the pals of my hand. I place my lips gently against his, he grabs me and kisses me harder as if he needs to feel my lips on his to be able to breathe. I know where he's coming from, I breathe better when he's around.

Everything feels better when hes around, it's unlike anything I have ever felt with Ty.

Times were often filled with angst and fear when I was with Ty. Waiting for him to take something I said wrong. He was so unpredictable , his anger always getting the better of him. When it came to him though, I couldn't think straight. He had this power over me, he was like my kryptonite.

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Damien left hours ago yet I am still firmly planted on my bed staring at the ceiling. Saying i was going to talk to Ty and actually doing it are two different things. The pep talk I have been giving myself for the last twenty minutes to go and do it was a long one.

I make my way downstairs and avoid making any noise so I don't wake my parents. I step outside onto my porch and feel the anxiety build. the fear is still there, the love for him is still there. It's stupid of me to still be in love with him, but you can't just fall out of love. If it's easy it was never love at all.

I walk up the steps to his big red door and hit my knuckles against it. I hear shuffling inside and finally the door opens. A side of Tyler I've never seen walks out, his beard has grown out more then he has ever let it grow out. He wears a ratty old t-shirt and jeans with holes at the knees. Visible stains over the chest of his shirt and a wave of sympathy washes over me. He has never looked this broken. He couldn't have been at Damien's today he looks terrible. How could Damien lie though.. he wouldn't lie but maybe he interpreted what was going on differently. He never described to me what he looked like.. it's possible he could have looked exactly like this when going over to speak to Mrs. Edson.

"Ash, What are you doing here." His voice croaks out in a rasp and he wobbles slightly as he steps out onto the small step. I just now notice the bottle grasped tightly in his hands.