A sweet warm whisper on darkness

by Emilie's divinity

TysonHilarySince the return from the summer vacation Hilary became a coldhearted person.In fact,she was keeping a dark secret about herself that was still hunting her mind today...a secret that would destroy her life and eventually, somebody else's.

8. I was thinking about you

A sweet warm whisper in darkness…ch8
I was thinking about you...

Tyson finished his reading and looked at Hilary who was shivering while staring at the wall. Fuming with rage, Tyson rumpled the piece of paper and threw it violently against the door. They suddenly heard a weird noise coming from outside. Tyson became even more upset so he ran to his window and jumped out of his room to see if Chris was still there.

"NO TYSON DON'T" yelled Hilary but it was too late, Tyson was running in his back yard yelling Chris's name. He broke a big wood stick from the tree that was in front of him and started to hit powerfully every shrub to see if somebody was hiding behind because it was so dark that he couldn't see anything. Hilary couldn't believe what she was seeing; she never saw him so upset and it kind of scared her in one way.

"C'MON, SHOW YOURSELF SON OF A BITCH…ARE YOU SCARED?!? FUCKING ASSHOLE, STOP YOUR GAMES AND COME HERE RIGHT NOW…" Tyson was yelling like crazy and he didn't want to stop hitting every dark corners of his garden. He was obliterating all the flowering shrubs when he suddenly screamed loud and broke the stick of wood in million pieces by hitting it on the tree.

"I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, SO SHOW YOURSELF AND FIGHT" He yelled again clenching his fist.

"Tyson there's nobody here" Said Hilary looking at him with worried eyes. Instead of answering to her, he continued to yell contracting every muscles of his body.

"I'LL GET YOU CHRIS, BELIEVE ME I WILL BEAT YOU SO HARD THAT YOU WON'T EVEN RECONGNIZE YOURSELF AND YOU'LL STOP THREATENING HILARY"

"Tyson he's not here anymore"

"YOU ALWAYS WANNA FIGHT WELL NOW IT'S TIME"

"Stop it please!!"

"YOU'RE ALWAYS PLAYING THE TOUGH GUY...LET'S SEE IF YOU REALLY ARE ONE"

"TYSON HE'S NOT HERE, THERE'S NOBODY EXEPT US" Yelled Hilary while she was walking toward Tyson who was still screaming like a wild escaped animal. She put a hand on his shoulder trying to convince him to come back inside. When her hand entered in contact with him, he turned to face her, grabbed her wrist and clenched his fist of his other hand in her direction. She shouted and turned her head away trying to protect herself from this attack but Tyson stopped his sudden action when he saw who he was about to punch and let her wrist free.

"Hilary, oh shit…I'm so sorry…please forgive me…I didn't know…I thought it was…him…I didn't want to do that…I…would never do that to you…believe me…I…I…I'm so ashamed…" Tyson stuttered to her. He tried to take her hand but she made a backward step; she was still shocked. He finally grabbed his head with both of his hands and let himself fall on his knees. Hilary gazed at him for a second before bending down besides him. She took one of his hands off his head and put it in hers while her other one was resting on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry…I almost hit you…I'm so stupid" He finally said.

"No you're not…you were upset...I think I can understand that" She softly answered stroking gently his shoulder.

"Yes I am…I could have broken your nose…knock you off…I'm the worst…" He didn't have time to finish because Hilary cut him.

"Okay, okay, okay…Tyson you are the stupidest guy in the world...you are so brainless that even a five-year old jerk could beat you in an algebra test"

"I know…"

"You're so stupid because I forgive you and you continue to blame yourself like an idiot"

"Really…you forgive me?" He looked at her.

"Of course why would I say that if it wasn't true huh? C'mon let's go inside I'm freezing out there"

So they got up from that icy grass and started to walk in the direction of the dojo. At the half-way home, Hilary grabbed Tyson's arm and pulled herself closer to him because she was cold and she wanted to be warmed up by him (cold my ass). She just had to think twice before putting a sleeve-less shirt; if it really was the reason why she pressed her body against his. Tyson's face cracked into a grin because of her sudden move. He flexed the muscles in his arm that she held on trying to impress her (guys are all the same). He thought his trick has seemed to work when she rested her head on his shoulder. Arrived in front of the door, he quickly dropped his smile and replaced it with a worried expression.

"Wait a minute…if Chris has been able to enter here, then…OH SHIT GRAND-PA!!!" Yelled Tyson.

They ran in the house until they reached grand-pa's bedroom. They looked at each other with the same face expression before Tyson turned the door handle and entered in the room followed by Hilary. They soon discovered that he wasn't lying on his bed. Actually he wasn't at home at all. They went in the kitchen where Tyson let himself fall onto a chair with both hands on his head like he did earlier in front of Hilary.

"Do you think…Chris would have…done something?" Asked Hilary nervously. He took off his hands revealing a face red of anger.

"IF THAT SON OF A BITCH DID SOMETHING TO MY GRAND FATHER I'LL RIP APPART EVERY PART OF HIS BODY WITH MY OWN FINGERS" Yelled Tyson very upset as the bright color or his face was becoming purple.

"…but…but your grand father…knows…very well…martial art…doesn't he?" Hilary tried.

"YEAH BUT IF SOMEBODY GRABS YOU FROM BEHIND WHEN YOU DON'T EXPECT IT YOU CAN BARELY DEFEND YOURSELF…OH SHIT…NO…PLEASE NOT HIM…" He slammed back his head between his hands. Hilary didn't know what to say because even if she tried to be positive, she knew inside of her that Chris would do anything to hurt Tyson and even the worst. At this though Hilary felt very responsible of all what was happening. She put a hand on his shoulder and tried her best to repair the damage she had cause.

"…but maybe…he was just…out" She tried to convince him but she had to convince herself before she could start believing he was safe. Knowing Chris, there was a chance on one million that nothing had happen to him.

"HILARY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND…HE'S MY…ONLY…FAMILY LEFT"

He had said that sentence with a voice broken by sadness. Those lasts words perforated directly Hilary's heart because she knew it was true. His mother died long ago in a plane crash when he was a child, his father was working as an archeologist and the last time he saw him was four years ago and his older brother…no one had ever heard about him until he appeared in the tournament last year and still, he vanished without goodbye or explanations. Tyson suffered enough during his life, he doesn't have to live that again, he can't loose another family member…no he can't…and all because of me…no…he doesn't need a friend like me…he just doesn't…it's impossible…he would be so hurt…no…grand-pa has to be alright Thought Hilary to herself while she was passing a hand in Tyson's back feeling guilty of all that pain.

Suddenly a weird noise came again; the front door was opening itself and some smooth footsteps could be heard. Tyson got up from his chair and made a sign to Hilary to stay quiet. She nodded, visibly scared as Tyson put himself in front of her. The footsteps were so smooth just if that person didn't want to be heard, but what they could hear, was that this guy was coming in their direction. Tyson clenched his fist walking quietly towards the kitchen door ready to fight, Hilary was following behind him. He was in an angle that it was impossible for that person to see him. The footsteps became louder as that guy was coming closer to them…he was about two, three or four meters away from the kitchen. Tyson lifted his knuckles again. I just wish its Chris so I can beat him up and he's going to pay for all Tyson thought to himself. Now he was just behind the kitchen door and he started to turn the door handle very smoothly. Impatiently, Tyson pounced and opened the kitchen door very rapidly before the guy did, with one of his hands ready to punch the opponent. He stopped his action when he saw who was standing in front on him.

"G-Grand…grand-pa???" Said Tyson with his eyes and mouth wide opened.

"AAAH!!! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, YOU CRAZY?...DUDE DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME AN HEART ATTACK!!!!!" Yelled the old man with his hand on his chest where the heart was located.

After realizing what was happening Tyson finally closed his mouth and smiled. It seemed like a huge weight was lift from his shoulder. He made a step forward and gave him a big hug just like a father and a son does and it was grand-pa's turn to be surprised. When Tyson backed off from him, grand-pa was also smiling.

"This is nice…you know the last time you gave me a hug you were that small" Said grand-pa putting a hand at the same height as his stomach. "What made you change your mind on that? Your girlfriend doesn't hug you anymore?" He looked at Hilary who turned her head away to find another spot to stare at.

Tyson was about to tell his grand father why he was so worried about him and how they discovered his room upside down, the pillows and the sheets all ripped, the knife hanging on the wall and the threatening letter. He soon after closed his mouth before he could say something because he was scared of how he could react if he knew that Hilary had a maniac running after her that would do anything to have her back…even kill him…What was I thinking?!? He would obligate her to get out of here and if Hilary is alone…she's dead…I just have to think back about the episode in the janitor room to know that Hilary is maybe a tough girl but she can be very vulnerable when she's in front of that Chris Thought Tyson to himself. He just had to hide his room until he would clean it and grand-pa wouldn't even know what happened. He smiled to his grand father.

"There's nothing wrong…I'm just happy to see you that's all" Lied Tyson.

"Oh yeah??? Since when??? Oh now I know…You were scared because you were alone…" Said grand-pa

"WHAT?!? Me scared of being alone??? Well actually that's true…I was scared when I saw your face"

"Yeah sure you were scared because you saw that I'm cutter than you and you wanted to demolish my beautiful face"

"Hey are you drunk because you're actually limping and you smell alcohol?"

"No I'm not...well I just took a couple of drinks while I was flirting with a couple of young ladies...AH!! SEE?!?...women actually appreciates me...they think I'm handsome...so in your face little jerk...ladies like me better"

"Yeah right" On those words, Tyson grabbed Hilary's arm and they both passed the kitchen doors.

"Tyson?? You're not replying to that??? So you admit" Asked grand-pa smiling. Tyson turned his head and said on last thing to him.

"Yeah…whatever…if you want"

Normally, Tyson would have been arguing all night with his grand father because they both had some kind of a pride on their face appearance but now he just didn't want to. The only important thing right now was that his grand father was safe and that Chris didn't have the occasion to do something to him. Now he just had to concentrate on a plan to get rid of Chris because if it continued like that, something bad could really happen. He turned his head to peek a little bit at Hilary but soon after blushed when he realized she was staring at him with confusing eyes. It's when they ended in Tyson's room that she spoke.

"Okay I want to know why you didn't say anything to your grand father about…your room. You are in danger right now Tyson and your grand father could have helped you or found a solution" She said.

"Are you nuts? If I would tell him about that he would obligate you to get out of here" He answered.

"I don't mind because you and he would have been safe and nothing like that would happen again…now if…" She was cut by Tyson.

"I told you not long ago that I rather die than let you suffer"

Hilary grabbed Tyson's collar and pushed him till his back hit the wall behind him. Her hands were shaking and he could feel it through her grip.

"Don't ever say that again, I don't worth it…you just don't have any idea of how horrible I can feel…you don't understand…it's all my fault and I just don't want you to be hurt…how can you say something like that when you know what Chris is able to do…look at your room and-and if something would have been happening to your grand father or…to you…I would never forgive myself…don't say the opposite, I'm horrible and if your grand father would have kicked me out of here, you wouldn't have any problem with that anymore…I should get out of here by myself…every day I live with that pression on me…right now I'm just a weight on your shoulders and I always try to guess how your life would have been better if you wouldn't have known me…" Said Hilary, she was trying to hold her tears up.

"What??? Don't ever say that again…you too don't have any idea of how I feel right now…I've decided to help you, don't you remember? It's ,y choice and I don't regret it…I don't mind if something happens to me…but to you…it's different…because you're so worthy for me…if only you could know…what's in my head all the time…" Answered Tyson.

Hilary's hands were still shaking on Tyson's shirt. Her head was low, just like if she didn't want to look at him. She didn't want to cry, instead she was thinking hard about everything he had just said to her. Why did he say that? Why does he wants to help me all the time? What did he mean by: you're so worthy for me? What's in his head all the time? Why would he risk his life…for me? Why am I feeling weird? Why does his speech touched me like that? Why does he have to be so kind? Why for me? Why me? Thought Hilary to herself. Those were the biggest questions she was asking herself. She stayed silent for about a minute when she slowly loosen her grip letting her hands slide down off him till they reached her sides. She then lifts her head to look at him with her serious eyes but she found he wasn't sharing her focused look he was smiling in a cute way. What's wrong with that guy, he talks seriously and the minute after he's smiling?!? He's dim and I'll never understand him. Was he laughing at me in his speech or was he really serious?!? She thought again.

"What with the smile now??" She asked confused.

"Oh nothing really…I almost revealed too much to you that's all" He answered with that same freaky, cutty, handsome smile.

"…W-W...What?…" She mumbled more confused than she was before.

"You know what Hil? Let's clean that mess in my room before my grand father discovers it"

Tyson pushed himself from the wall that his back had hit earlier because of Hilary and bended down starting to pick up all the stuffs that Chris had covered the floor with. She looked at him with that same face expression; she didn't understand what he had just said (again). Maybe I'm the one who is actually stupid She thought. Tyson, still smiling, turned his head and gave her a look of are you helping me kinda way. Why does he have to be that cute? Thought Hilary to herself. She soon realized what she had said so she returned to her old habits and mentally slapped herself. She then took the ripped sheets and pillows and replaced them by new ones. They worked hard for about an hour when they were finally finished. The room looked almost the same than it was before.

"Okay it's done…now I'm going to sleep" Said Tyson in a yawn.

"Wait…the knife have made a big whole on your wall…you won't let it like that" Answered Hilary.

"Oh c'mon Hil it's like 2 O'clock in the morning I'll repair it tomorrow, I'm tired now"

"Okay, okay…but if your grand father sees that…"

"Ah please you must know him by now…he'll think I made that with my nose trust me in his head I'm still a little jerk hitting the walls with my head and who thinks its funny…now I'm sleeping"

"Okay fine…"

On those words Hilary took her stuff and went in the bathroom to get change. When she came back Tyson was already under the sheets but the light was still opened. She heard a nice speech from him that was saying: The last one up in the room has to close the light, so she closed the light and sat on the bed placing correctly the sheets before going under them. She then rolled on her side and closed her eyes preparing herself to go in dreamland when both of them suddenly heard a DOING followed by an AOUCH from Hilary. Tyson jumped from the floor when he heard her piercing yell.

"WHAT?!? WHAT'S WRONG?!? WHO'S THERE?!?" He yelled.

"Hey calm down…this thing just surprised me that all" She answered.

Tyson looked at Hilary who was rubbing her right ribs and then looked at the bed were he saw that a metal spring had jumped out of the mattress by a rip certainly cause by Chris's knife.

"Oh shit…are you bleeding…are you hurt…let me see" Said Tyson about to touch the bottom of her shirt.

"HEY!!! DON'T!!! Jee Tyson it's just a little spring jumping out of a mattress that's not like I had been stabbed!!!"

"But I just want to..."

"NO DON'T TOUCH I SAID I WAS OK!!!"

"OK fine I just wanted to help and ask you if you wanted to switch bed that's all...Deal with your problems now my dear"

He turned around and went back to sleep. Hilary soon realized her bed wasn't comfortable anymore because of all the things Chris had made to it and regretted being mean to him. She too turned around trying to sleep but she was unable. Five minutes later, after two other springs came out of the mattress, she decided to finish her night in Tyson's bed so she got up of the ruined one and pulled a little bit his sheets laying closer to him. He blushed when he saw her coming beside him and when he opened his mouth to say something she interrupted him by saying: "I know...don't say anything."

"So I guess I was right then" He said.

"Good night" She answered with a sudden embarrassed voice.

"Told ya you should have listen to me"

"Oh shut up would you"

"You just don't want to admit that I was right"

"In what language do you want to hear it...'Ferme ta gueule' if you prefer"

"Hum...that was French right? Well how about in Spanish"

"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR"

He laughed loud enough for her to hear him and fell asleep in his world where a beautiful dream was waiting for his soul to free itself.

For Hilary it was the same, she slowly closed her eyes in hope to find the beauty sleep she once had but something in her head was pushing her to stay awake. She didn't want to but it was stronger than her. She felt suddenly weird while mixed feelings and thoughts took place in her head. Complicated questions were surrounding her and she didn't know how she could answer them. She first thought about Chris. Why would he be so obsessed like that with her? Why would he just change school only to be with her when he knew she didn't want him back? Why would he have a violent attitude like that toward everybody...and her? Why did he like to traumatize her...it's not love...its obsession like I've said earlier. Why would he take the time to come at the same city as her to have her back?

Why would he do that...there is many other girls he could find She thought Well what am I thinking...I don't want him hurting other girls like he did with me...but in one way I can't help by thinking its unfair and that it would have been better for me if he would have chosen another one...but just how can I say horrible things like that? I don't want him hurting other girls...anyway I'm sure I'm not the first one...of course not...but I just can't understand why did he picked me instead of...I don't know...I'm not pretty, I'm a normal simple girl…and why he's still attached to me...our relationship last only three weeks...well two weeks...the last one was...the most horrible thing I ever experienced in my life and my life is short...I don't want to think about that...its just too much to take...I have to pass beyond it and let the past behind me...but...I can't...I'll have to do something by myself before starting to forget...but still I can't...I'm too...scared...but I don't want to be scared anymore...there is no way I'll let this guy ruin my life and...Tyson's life...he has nothing to do with it and I don't want him to be my bodyguard all the time...he doesn't have to...and in my heart, I have to do something...something is missing...but I don't know what, it's just too complicated

She looked at Tyson who was now face to face with her but still asleep. The cut on his eyebrow could still be seen and there was still a little red color on his cheek bone. She felt responsible again.

How peaceful he looks like when he sleeps...he look so innocent compared to last evening when he was yelling in his backyard and hitting every dark corners...he scared me, I never saw him like that since the day I first met him...almost ten years ago...in first grade...it was funny...I still remember like if it was yesterday...but I think that even with ten years of knowing him, I still don't know a thing about him...I never thought he could get angry, pissed off, violent like that…he looks like he's not afraid of anything…but it's impossible right…normally every body can be frightened by something…but him, I just don't know yet what it is…there is a lot of contradictions in Tyson's personality when I think about it…how he can be acting so bravely and how he can be weak…so weak…just like earlier at school…I never thought I could bring him down that easily…well I have to admit my words were a little ruthless…but still…he got beat up because he didn't want to react, he was too demolished…but was he scared? Or was he just down? I don't know and I think I will never have the chance to discover his greatest fear

She looked at him closely.

What does fear means to him? Jee I got the big questions tonight!!!...Well seriously I admire him…I admire the way he can react to an impact however terrifying it is and attacks back to defend himself…I admire him to be able to think with his head even when he is in a situation of danger…he never freeze in front of obstacles…not like me…and I'm ashamed about it…I think it is stupid to be scared like I am…I don't want to be like that anymore…but what can I do against it…even if its hard to admit it, Tyson is right, when I'm in front of Chris I can't react because I'm afraid of what he can do to me or even to my family…maybe I'm thinking too much…it doesn't help me if I start imagining horrible things…so I guess what I have to do is to train my mind to get rid of any negative thoughts I could have when I would want to fight…huh…harder to do than to say…but I know I have to do it because inside of me I know I will have to face him one of these days and win the battle myself, without Tyson…well that's good but that is still not answering to my question: what is Tyson's greatest fear?..."

Hilary looked at Tyson's peaceful face and examined his nice figure trying to find the weak spot of his psyche just like if she was trying to communicate with him by thoughts. She delicately rested her hand on his shoulder; maybe to understand the pronounced words under his skin, but she didn't want to awake him. She didn't even know why she was doing that action because normally she would never do such a thing when a guy is asleep in fear he would wake up, but it was stronger than her. She let the same hand sliding down his arm feeling in his smooth and toned naked skin till it reached his hand that she grabbed in hers tightly. She got hers up again letting it slid against his chest till it reached his cheek. She slowly ran her fingers from his jaw to his temple feeling the trace of some whiskers that he would probably shave on the next morning. She then gently stroked his silky hair and ended up in the back of his neck. Tyson frowned and move a little bit breathing louder. She soon after realized what she was actually doing and took her hand away, ashamed about the temptation of going farer, ashamed of the temptation of entering in contact with his body that way. She would have killed herself if he would have woken up, what would he think?

Shit what's wrong with me and what was I thinking? I'm so afraid…what would I say to him if he would have discover my hand touching him like that? Oh I'm sorry Tyson I was just cleaning off some dust on you...Yeah right this is even more stupid...Why did I have the need to do that? I didn't even realized at first what I was really doing it was stronger than me, I was lead by my feelings and temptations but why did I feel that way? That's idiot I don't have any feelings…Oh…The worse is I'm sure that if he wouldn't have move, I would have continue…Oh no…why am I feeling that way?...why, why, why?...I'm so stupid I just want to slap myself right now

She did so but mentally of course. Hilary blushed in a deep red and turned around to look in another direction afraid that she might have other ideas like the one she had just experienced. She was regretting what she had done but in one way she liked what she felt. She turned on the other side to face him again. He was still sleeping but he had a little smile on his lips.

What the…? She thought Never mind I don't want to know

She started imagining grand-pa's reaction if he would have came in the room at that particular moment where her hand was on his chest. He thought lots of things between them so if he would have seen that it would have been worse. She laughed about it for a second trying to imagine Tyson's family member's confused face at their view. She suddenly stops her laughs and sat on the bed very promptly.

Wait a minute…That's it…Tyson's family member…his last family member left…I think I got it…maybe this is his greatest fear…that something befalls his grand father…I'm not sure but I think I must have hit the right spot She thought a little happily.

Yeah his grand father of course I should have known...and I'm living now with the person Tyson is so afraid to loose...once again I admire his bravery; he will always protect him...and once again I feel I don't have anything to do with them...well its true I don't...what will happen now that Chris knows where I'm located...he will continue to trash this place until I surrender...or until Tyson surrenders me...but...he will never do that...I know him enough...but...if I'm getting out of here he will let them and their lives will be in safety...he will search me everywhere till he finds me...but I will be the first who will find him...if he can spy on us night and days, it proves I can do it too...yeah nice speech Hilary...yeah right just like I would have the bravery to escape from here, from a secure place to find myself in the streets of this town...that's not for me...well...will I pass the rest of my life depending on the others to defend my poor little wimp ass...maybe yes...but I don't think so...that won't be me anymore...I have my pride too

She securely got up from the floor taking care that she wasn't kicking Tyson and grabbed a piece of paper and a black ink pen. She looked at the paper wondering what she could write on it. She was shaking all over and wasn't concentrated at all to write a message on that paper. She was panicking a little bit because she knew Tyson would be upset and worried about her and because she knew that she would be totally alone. She looked again at Tyson's sleepy face and finally got some inspiration. She wrote and let her tears roll on her cheek at the same time. She cried because she would confront of fears for the first time of her life. She was placing herself in great danger; she would maybe never come back and never see Tyson's face anymore.

No...I will see you soon Tyson, I promise you...I won't do crazy things like in the movies were we see a beaten girl taking revenge on the one who did it to her...I won't put myself in danger like that...that's not my plan...and don't worry we will see each other...of course we will

Hilary silently cried writing the last words of her letter. She got change and when she returned in the room she put the letter on her pillow just beside Tyson. She looked at him for a last time and gently kissed him on the cheek. She opened the window and got out without looking behind her.

On the next morning when Tyson got up, he found a piece of paper where Hilary's head was supposed to be.

Maybe it's a love letter...yeah right shut up Tyson

He opened the folded letter and started to read Hilary's shaking hand writing.

"My dear Tyson,
I know I'm maybe doing the worst thing I'll do in my life, but somewhere inside me, I know it is the right decision to take. You are the greatest friend I even had; you are kind, generous and always there for anyone who needs help. You have helped me so much and you have put yourself several times in great danger. I really appreciate what you did for me but I think helping me is demanding too much. When I saw how much you cared about your grand father and how much you would be lost without your last family member left, I knew I was not at my place and that's why I decided to leave. I'm tired to live as a weight on your shoulder and to depend on you all the time. I'm not very brave and I know it but now I'm sure I won't put your life in risk anymore. You know, for me too you are very worthy and I care a lot for you. You took care of me long enough, now it's my turn. I will face my fear for you; your bravery is my inspiration even if I know I'll never be as bold as you are but I will try my best. Don't worry though I won't put myself in jeopardy because I want to see you again and I will. I promise, Tyson, that I will be back sooner or later because I think I couldn't live without your presence beside me.

I'm leaving without telling you where in case you would want to search for me or in case Chris falls on this letter. Remember that it's not against you that I'm doing it but it's for you. You are the one who always hold me in your arms when I was sad the one who was able to wipe away my tears. You are a great person and I will always be there for you as you did for me.

I promise we will see each other soon and when we will, I want you to hold me in your arms tightly like you are always doing to comfort me; because since you first did it to me, I'm always seeking for it.

Affectionately yours...

Hilary

P.S. Please promise me you won't try to find me."

Tyson finished reading the last lines and stayed in shock. He couldn't believe she was gone putting herself in danger. One tear escaped from his eye while a worried feeling took place in his heart before he suddenly ripped the letter in two pieces, fell on his knees and yelled as loud as he could.

(A/N) Hello and sorry for the long delay...I was short in ideas but now I have a lot...so much ideas that my next chapter will be there next week...anyway I hope you liked it...review please!!