I'll Walk To Heaven

Chapter 18

Tyler's P.O.V

He was the one who did this to her, and I'm going to kill him. I hardly gave it a second thought before I immediately started heading his way. With tears obscuring my vision, and my head in ruins, I made my way for him. I was pissed off to no end. I was in no way thinking clearly as I pressed harder on the gas.

I will have Carson's head for this. Nobody hurts her. I just wish that I knew sooner so I wouldn't have been the one that was doing the damage.

I pulled into the driveway and made my way up the stairs, I didn't even knock, I let myself in. Seeing him only made it worse. He saw me and got out of his chair. I clenched my fists by my sides, my jaw was locked shut.

"Hey Ty-"

I swung. Hard. The one hit took him to the ground. I immediately straddled him and took hit after hit. I saw red. Adrenaline was swirling around inside of me. I felt like I could do this for the rest of my life.

"Tyler- what the hell?" He said after I made myself finally stop hitting him. Blood was running down the side of his face and his eye was already swollen shut.

"Don't you ever touch a woman again, you hear me?" I spat. He had confusion written on his face.

"What are you talking about?" He slurred a little because his lip was now swollen.

"You raped my girlfriend!" I yelled, I yelled so loud. For a split second, I was worried that I had scared Samantha. Then I realized that I'll never have to worry about that again. This brought tears. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I broke down. I slumped off of Carson and put my head in my hands.

"I... what?" He said, propping himself up.

"You-You raped her. A-And now she's pregnant- and you stole her life man. She's- She's not how she used to be. She's terrified." I just rambled, I didn't know what else to do. I wasn't sure of the things coming out of my mouth, but at this point I didn't care. My chest was in pain, and my throat seemed to be squeezing shut.

And then he started to cry.

"I don't remember Tyler, honestly I don't. Was I drunk? I would never do that. Tyler you-you know me. I-I... Oh my God is she okay?" He stuttered and spit out words.

"She was... until she found out that I was hanging out with you," I mumbled.

"Tyler, you've got to believe me. I don't remember, I swear on my granddad's grave," he pleaded. Even if he was lying, I didn't care. Right now, I felt empty. I felt tired. I did what I came here to do.

"Have a nice life Carson," I said. I left him there, crumpled up on the floor. A swollen eye, ripped lip, and a broken nose, and a bruised ego.

I drove home. I felt completely numb. Anger, fear, anxiety, it was all attacking me at once. I pulled into my driveway, I knew what I wanted to do. I opened the door, Ben came running at the sound of the knob.

"Tyler!" He gushed. I didn't even pause to look at him. I went straight into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Fireball. I was out the door again in minutes. I think the worst part was I didn't even care that I probably just really hurt Ben's feelings. I didn't care, and I couldn't find it in me to.

Before I knew it I was driving down the long driveway. My truck felt empty, I usually always had her next to me. I stopped in front of the house and fumbled with my keys until I finally unlocked the door. I greeted the empty home with open arms.

I opened the Fireball and took a long swig. The burning in my throat after I came up for air was nothing compared to the lump that was forming. With each drink the fire burned a little deeper, I was still unphased. Maybe this is how alcoholics are born, they hurt so bad that the alcohol doesn't even bother them.