Tears On My Pillow

Chapter 1

Don't own em but luv em.

Narrative: Set after the scene where Mr. Lockwood tried to force Tyler and Jeremy to fight.

Tyler knew he had to go home sooner or later, he chose later. His Dad would make him wish he would have obeyed and his dad would take out his anger for Salztman's threat's. He drove out to the lake and got out of his car. Alone again as usual. Tyler walked to the trunk and pulled out a six pack of beer. At least it was peaceful here. Tyler reached in and cranked up some Steve Miller Band.

As Tyler sat on the hood of his car he reached in his coat pocket for the joint that he had stashed. Drugs weren't his thing but it would help with the pain he would be feeling later. Tyler's mind jumped over the days event's. His mind stopped on Jeremy Gilbert. Dumb ass kid kept tempting him to throttle him but Tyler had held back mostly cause of Matt. Matt still was in love with Elena and was trying to get her back, so Tyler didn't want to piss the one true friend he had off by beating Gilbert senseless. Tyler's mind settled on his favorite thing other than football, sex.

He had finished his last beer when his cell went off. It was his Dad.

"Shit."

Tyler picked up the phone.

"Get your ass home now!"

Tyler got into his car and hauled ass.

Tyler hadn't even gotten out of his car yet when his Dad opened the door and pulled him out by the hair.

"You little ungrateful bastard!" "Disobey me." "I'll teach you."

Tyler was dragged into the house and to his Dad's study. Tyler was thrown up against the wall. His father turned and locked the door. Tyler knew no one, not even his Mother would come to rescue. He got up and stood tall, at least he could take this like a man. Tyler thought to himself one day this all would be over with, he could stand it a little longer. His father would not be able to control him when he turned eighteen.

His father took a drink of brandy before turning on Tyler. "Are you scared of that low life punk Gilbert?"

"No."

"Then why didn't you beat him down?"

"He's a kid, I would hurt him."

"Hurt him, or course you would have." "Tyler if you want respect you have to earn it." "I think it's more than that." "Don't tell me you've fallen for that little whore Elena."

Tyler's face contorted. "Elena, is not a whore." "And no I'm not interested in her."

"Why not Ty?" "She got a hot body."

"Dad don't talk about her like that."

Tyler knew his Dad had been bating him waiting to have more excuses to beat the crap out of him. But bad mouthing Elena was a new all time low even for him. Tyler braced himself for the blow. He stumbled back, blood running down his chin. Tyler took the severe beating his dad gave him. Just when he thought it was over...

"Take off your jacket and shirt." Tyler obeyed, he knew this was going hurt bad. His father grabbed the old riding whip from the shelf.

"One day Tyler you'll learn to obey me."

Tyler stood in front of his father's desk searching his father for any sign of remorse. All Tyler found were cold eyes.

"Turn around."

The whipping began after a few strikes Tyler had fell forward using the desk to keep standing. The hell if he would fall to his knees in front of this man. Finally it stopped and the room was quiet. Tyler chanced turning around, the room was empty. He grabbed his shirt and jacket starting for his room. He started up the stairs feeling weak. Tyler managed to get to the top of the stairs but he had to crawl to his room down the hall. Once inside he locked the door. Crawling to the rug in front of the fireplace he passed out.

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