So Jessica and Dylan did leave town; after all, I was worried about how I would face hereafter beating the shit out of her. From what I heard from the town folk, she is really messed up quite badly. I am in no way proud of what I did. It serves her well though, nobody calls me a whore or a slut and gets away with it; even Clara knows that. But as they say, all actions have consequences, and even though I am the Sheriff's fiance, not even I can get away without punishment. Since I chased the pub's bartender out of town, I will have to fill in while Tyler finds a new one. Please, babe." "That is a shit nickname, and this is not up for discussion." "I can't even make my own coffee; how am I supposed to serve drinks." "Can you pour water in a glass?" "Yes." "Then you know how to serve a drink." "There is plenty of other p

...Tyler POV...As I see her drive out the driveway, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very bed that we made love on is torn to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair she sat on where she so elegantly took those red stilettos off, finds its way through the window, glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where she watched her reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of her until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of her. And when she

It's been a month now that I am in my own place. It is not in the city; it is outside in the country, far away from all the craziness. My closest neighbor is miles away. The only time I get in contact with another person is when I go to the grocery store every week. I prefer being all by myself in nature every day. Guess that is Tyler that made me crave life this way I still speak to Sandra every day. Guess it's my way to catch up on the gossip around town. It is not like anything is interesting going on around here "Hey, Sandra." "Hey, girl. How is life on the ranch?" "I finally learned how to ride a horse." "I know of someone that would be proud of you." "How are things there?" "Michael left town yesterday." "Shit, I am sorry." "I am glad he did. That whore is already circling her next prey."

With that, I climb into the truck before I start pissing my eyes out. Tyler follows, and we get back on the road "So you really have not been speaking to Luke?" "The last time I spoke to him was the day I left." "Why did you not go to him?" "He

For almost a year, I have been stuck in moments. Most of these moments were moments that changed my life. All because I decided to become a runaway bride.  I got stuck on the side of a godforsaken road.  I got rescued by an incredibly hot as fuck stranger.  I kissed the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.  I fucked the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.  I had sex with the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.  I made love to the incredibly hot as fuck as a stranger.  And then he was not the stranger anymore; he was Tyler.  Tyler, the man I fell in love with.  Tyler, the man I shared a bed with.  Tyler, my lover.  Tyler, my p