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Tyson groaned, her head was splitting. Why was she shaking?
"Ma'am? Ma'am? Are you okay?"
Her eyes opened with great difficulty. A man in a suit was hovering over her. He looked concerned more so about how this was going to possibly effect his employment.
"What happened?" she asked hoarsely.
"Check out was four hours ago. The maid called downstairs when she found you unconscious. Paramedics are on the way." he explained.
Tyson blanched, "No, that's not necessary."
"Is there someone we can call for you?" he questioned.
She lowered her eyes, "No. If you could give me an hour to get my things together."
He eyed her suspiciously, "Are you sure you don't want to be checked out?"
She caught him eyeing all of the mini bottles littering the bed.
"Yes, I'm sure." she affirmed, rising unsteadily to her feet.
She retreated to the shower after they left intentionally avoiding her reflection in the mirror. She worked her fingers through her tangled hair with conditioner, trying to stave off the overwhelming guilt and sadness.
Flashes of looking down from the balcony ledge terrified her. What was she thinking standing up there in the storm like that, or at all for that matter. Was she going to jump? Her hands stilled, her stomach twisting in knots at that thought. Her knees were trembling so bad she had to sit. She hugged her legs to her chest, closing her eyes and letting last night flood her senses.
Was she subconsciously suicidal? Was that even possible? She was scared to be by herself for any longer. What was happening to her? When had she become so unstable and unable to trust herself?
She rinsed out her hair and shut the water off. She wrapped herself up in a towel, rushing to get dressed. This new awareness brought on a whole new set of problems. It was as if she could see all of the demons she had been battling. They were all shadows tempting her to succumb to them. She sent Logan a text saying she was on her way. Good, someone would be expecting her. She inhaled a steadying breath.
"I've got to get out of here." she frowned.
She was vulnerable all by herself, alone with her thoughts. She dressed and didn't bother drying her hair. Before she left she angrily threw away all of the mini bottles she had consumed.
It was too early to make any more empty promises to herself. Her only mission now was to run far away from this room and what could have happened.
"Hey Ty." Logan called from the living room.
"Hi." she mumbled.
"I'm glad you're here. You can help us decide how to set up the nursery." Logan smiled hugging her.
"I would love that." she answered.
Anything to keep her mind off Randy and his upcoming nuptials. She had decided to throw herself into being happy. She would force the threatening shadows to leave her alone. One or both of the tasks were sure to kill her so what did she have to lose really?
Logan was studying her. She could see the inner struggle Tyson was enduring and it honestly broke her heart. She knew better than to force her to confide. Tyson chose to deal with these situations alone a long time ago and Logan had long since given up asking her about it.
"Come on, I want to show you what we've done so far." Logan said taking her hand.
"I have to do this. I'm never sinking that low again." Tyson's inner voice shouted at the fear and sadness that was ever present as of late.
She was never going to relive what happened at the hotel room…EVER.
It felt like she had a scarlet letter attached to her, that at any moment someone would confront her about her weekend. They would never look at her the same again if they knew how close she had come to ending it all. She couldn't even look at herself the same anymore. The reflection she saw was not her own, the old Tyson had been replaced in the mirror for some time now.
She kept herself busy the whole week working on the nursery, painting and making cute personalized crafts. Logan and Cody had surprisingly not asked her about why she was throwing herself into busy work, which she was forever grateful.
"Packing for the wedding?" Tyson asked Logan sadly.
The event was only three days away.
"I don't know why, nothing fits me anymore anyways. I've been too afraid to try on my bridesmaid dress." Logan huffed.
"You're in the wedding?" Tyson asked.
Logan cringed, "Yeah, she asked me while you were in rehab. I guess it's sort of an olive branch to try and get me to be her friend."
Tyson nodded slowly. Sam already had Randy, now she wanted Logan too? What next, did she want to skin Tyson and wear her around like last years Louis Vuitton?
"Stop it!" she yelled to herself. Getting upset would be taking steps back from all of the progress she had already made.
"Ty Ty, don't worry you know I don't like olives anyways." Logan poked her lip out.
Tyson laughed dryly and brushed her off, "I don't care Lo. I'm glad you're going, that way you can tell me all about it."
"She didn't invite you?"
"Of course not, why would she?" Tyson scoffed.
Logan shrugged, "I guess you're right. So I need to call in a big, huge favor that you owe me."
Tyson narrowed her eyes, "What big, huge favor?"
Logan rummaged around in her purse to find an extra airline ticked, "Come with us to do my hair and makeup?"
She forced herself to stay calm and not shout…to not show her hand at how adverse she was to going.
"I'm not going Logan." she answered finally.
"Yes you are I bought you a ticket already." Logan frowned.
"Shouldn't someone be doing your hair and makeup already? Surely she got someone for that?" Tyson frowned.
She shrugged, "They won't do my hair right, and I don't want to hang out with them for that long anyways and I'm very pregnant and hormonal and may cry for hours if you say no, so please?"
Tyson's lip trembled, "I can't watch Randy get married Lo. I had planned on doing something painful, like get a tattoo or a piercing or something."
Logan hugged her best friend in the world, "You still can, just think of it as a change of scenery."
"I'll think about it, I guess." Tyson sighed before going down the hall.
Cody passed her in the doorway and turned to his wife, "Is she going?"
"Of course she is. I told you she would." Logan smirked, "All they have to do is see each other. Randy won't be able to marry Sam and Tyson won't let him."
THE NEXT AFTERNOON
"This is a really nice room." Cody approved walking into his, Logan, and reluctantly Tyson's hotel suite.
Logan squeezed Tyson's hand, "See, aren't you glad you came now?"
"Not really." she grumbled.
"You'll have a good time, just wait and see." Cody encouraged putting his arm around her.
"I'm going for a walk. I guess I'll see you after dinner." she said shying away from them.
She hurried down the hallway trying to shake the feeling of being crushed in the room. How in the hell had she been talked into this? She was nowhere near ready to deal with this yet. She cringed thinking of Logan in her bridesmaids dress. It was too much for her already. In less than two days she would lose Randy forever.
She wandered around the lobby area, checking out the gym and the pool, until she came upon the hotels restaurant. Oh, she could go for a drink right about now. She could settle for dessert through. Chocolate could become her new vice she decided just then. Once she made up her mind and stilled her appetite for a drink, she stepped inside. It had a nice trendy atmosphere, somewhat romantic even in the afternoon sun. She was sure the ambiance was greater when the sun had set and the tea lights danced in their votives.
She was at peace examining the décor until she locked eyes with the person occupying one of the dark mahogany chairs. Randy was facing her and had the same expression as she did. It was obvious they hadn't expected each other.
All of the air had whooshed out of her body as she collided with another person. She hadn't even realized she was still walking. Strong hands gripped her biceps to catch her from falling as she let out a startled gasp.
"I'm terribly sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going."
That voice sent chills up and down Tyson's spine. That accent made her skin crawl and her knees buckle. He grasped her arms again to prevent her from falling over again as her legs went limp underneath her.
Wade Barrett jerked his hands back as if she had burned him. Her mouth hung agape, she felt like all her bones had liquefied. If she tried to move right now, she would fall to the floor in a heap.
"Tyson…" He murmured.
He seemed scared of her, scared of the "power" she held over him. He knew she could have him hauled off to jail for violating the restraining order or even worse for him, one of her protectors could accost him again for even breathing her name.
She however did not feel empowered; she was terrified and could honestly throw up. She was shaking almost to the point her teeth were chattering. She looked over at Randy's table. He glanced in her direction but made no movement to rescue her. Her stomach dropped to her feet when she realized he was not going to help her.
"I know I'm not supposed to be talking to you but I want to tell you how sorry I am. I've never been so ashamed of myself and my actions." Wade said testing his limits with her, "You were just so mesmerizing, you were so tantalizing, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I should have accepted your rejection I know that, but you were honestly in my head dictating my actions. I'm sorry for what I did to you Tyson. I won't ask you to forgive me; I know I don't deserve it."
He made no movement to leave after stating his peace. He stayed and stared, antagonizing her to no end. She looked as if she would take off running and screaming if he flinched. He stared at the trembling woman who he had hurt so badly before finally leaving.
Tyson shuddered; she was a complete wreck right now. She was going to break down at any moment and really didn't want to make a scene down here. She caught Randy's eyes on her again just as she was turning to make her exit.
She was waiting on him to step in for her, to acknowledge her pain and suffering. All he did was look away. All he did was continue his conversation with his fiancé. Tyson hurried out of the restaurant, her heart breaking into even tinier pieces. Her resolve that she had fought to keep was obliterated by his indifference of her.
"What's wrong?" Sam stopped mid conversation.
Randy cleared his throat, "Tyson is here apparently."
Sam turned in her seat faster than she would have liked. She hated having more than a vested intrest in Randy's ex.
"Where?" she asked scanning the room for the all too familiar blonde hair.
"She just left…she ran into Wade." he said, keeping his voice as even as possible when speaking that degenerate assholes name.
"Barrett?" she asked shrilly, "He's not supposed to be anywhere around her."
Randy nodded indifferently.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Wait, why didn't you stop him?"
He took her hand, "Because I'm with you. She's not my concern anymore, making you happy for the rest of your life is."
She smiled and fanned herself, "Don't make me cry."
"Only happy tears from now on." he grinned, kissing the back of her hand.
"That means a lot." she whispered, "I just wonder what she's doing here."
"You didn't send her an invitation did you?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes, "What do you think?"
Randy shrugged, "Enough about her lets enjoy our evening together."
She nodded, "That sounds perfect."
Tyson stumbled into her hotel room gasping for air. She was dizzy; the room was spinning from her hyperventilating all the way up to her room. The humiliating feeling was soaking through her clothes back into her bones.
His eyes on her, his hands grabbing her again, the entire disgusting experience washed over her making her physically ill. She rushed to the bathroom and threw up. She gasped between sobs. She sat beside the toilet, scared to stand up just yet.
She shook her hands out in an attempt to get them to stop shaking. She finally got up and turned on the shower. She couldn't' stand it any longer. The filth that was Wade was permeating the fortress she had tried to hide behind.
She rubbed her palms down her skirt trying to erase the invisible scars that covered her body. No one could see them but her. His name was all over her body like graffiti. A desperate squeal bounced off the tiled room as she gave up trying to wipe her off her hands. She didn't bother taking off her clothes, in the end it didn't matter really. She would always feel naked around him.
She rocked back and forth hoping to keep herself together for the remainder of the trip. She was afraid to ask what else could go wrong in the off chance that it in fact did.
The next day and a half was possibly going to be the worst of her life. She prayed she was strong enough to endure them. There was no telling what could happen to her if she didn't.
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