Chapter 25 a lie untold

I am watching as Tyler places the note down in front of him on the bed. There is a look of pure terror that has now consumed his beautiful blue eyes. Behind the confusion, there is something more that he is hiding behind the fa?ade. He is scared. He has a fear in him that I have only seen but once in him before. And that was the day that he walked out of that barn.
Did he hear my conversation with Brooke?
Every part of me hopes that he did not. I am yet to answer for that fateful night and for everything that happened. I can only imagine what this is going to do to him. I have not only betrayed and lied to him but, should Mark find me one day, I will put Tyler in harm all over again.
So after what seems for ten long uncomfortable minutes in silence, I ask for Doctor Cane and everyone else to leave the room. Then I turn to Tyler, and I know that the moment has now come; I need to tell him the truth before Detective Fletcher, whom I see is already hanging around outside.
I don t know what my biggest fear is, though? Telling him that I have lied to him once again or that I might have put his life in danger. I guess, either way, I can stand to lose the man I love one way or the other.
"Tyler, we need to talk about something?"
He laces his fingers between mine and pulls me closer to his chest. I can see there are tears that are forming in his eyes. Tyler is not one that likes the great unknown; when he feels that there is some uncertainty lying in his future, he slowly starts to crumble down inside. That fear and uncertainty that is me, I am causing it, just as I have caused every other great hurt in his life for the past few months.
Yet he is strong, and he tries for me not to see it, so with only but half a smile, he cups my chin between his fingers and softly whispers. "What is wrong?"
I take a deep sigh of breath and turn my head to face away from him, "There is something I need to tell you." I look on over outside to where is see Detective Flethcer talking to Brooke. I know that my fate still awaits me out there, but right here, where I am now, is where I am feeling safe. "The detective outside there thinks that I am responsible for your death."
He snaps his head in the direction of Detective Fletcher and then back to me, "What do you mean?"
"They think that I wrote that note to stage your suicide."
He only but shakes his head and furrows his brows as he tries to make sense, "But how? Why would you stage my death?"
"They think that I am killing you for money."
"What? Money? What money?"
"They are saying that I am staging your death because I want the money."
He mumbles underneath his breath and tries to sit up to get a clearer look at Detective Fletcher, "Why will you do such a thing? You have money; we have money. Why would you kill me for it?"
I drop my head to my lap and look at my hand that he is now holding so firmly well, "Because they think that I have done it before."
I hear him gasp snap his head to force my eyes to meet those of his own. But yet before he even speaks, he grabs his head where his wound is. The force has caused the pain to ripple through his body as he slumps forward in absolute pain. "What do you mean?"
"My parents. Your sister and Detective Fletcher believe that I killed my parents all those years ago.
"But," he frowns at me, "Your parents were killed in a car accident?"
I slowly shake my head at him as I feel the fear and the shame creep up from the lowest parts of my spine. I have never spoken about that night, and now, since Tyler s accident, I seem to be speaking of it every day again. I do not want for him to know the truth; I do not want for him to know what really happened. Most of all, I do not want for him to know that I have lied to him once again.
But, "It was not an accident, Tyler. My parents were killed."
He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly between his own, but when I continue, "I," I hesitate for but a few moments, and then I look at him once again, "I am the one that killed my parents."
In an instant, he lets go of my hand and looks at me in horror. Well, I think this is about the expression that I thought that I would be expecting. So I move away uncomfortably, preparing myself for what will come next. "What do you mean that you killed your parents, Jenna."
"It means I shot them."
I can see the disappointment in his eyes as he stares at me through tear-stained eyes. I have just ruined the last bit of love that he will ever feel for me. Not even to mention that he shall never be able to trust me either again. Here I am, his wife, the mother of his child, and the woman that he wants to spend the rest of his life with, and I have let him down again.
It is times like this that I wish that I really ran away that day and not let myself face the consequences; it was, after all, just a mistake. I know that Mark and I did plan to have them killed, but I would not have gone through with it if they did not do to me what they did.
I just wish that Tyler will understand.
"Do you want to know what happened?"
I watch as he rather reluctantly shakes his head, "Yes, please. This does not make sense."
I start off as I did with his sister and the detective to tell him about Mark and that Mark is also a bad man as what Luke is supposed to be, but "Is this Mark involved?"
"Yes, we planned it together. Mark was going to kill my parents; then we would get everything and move away once the dust had settled down."
"Okay, but I just thought you said that you killed your parents?"
"I did. It was the night before everything was supposed to have happened. Mark normally spent his night over but not that night. My father was in one of his moods again. He was a very bad alcoholic. When he was drunk, he used to beat my mother and me. Well, that night was no different, he came at me with a whiskey glass in his hand, but only that night, he wanted something else."
Tyler s face freezes in horror, "What do you mean, something else?"
"My dead abused me from a very join age up until the last night he lived. That night he tried to force himself onto me, but I got hold of his gun on the table. When he tried to come at me again, I grabbed it, and I shot him."
"But your mom? Did you shoot your mom as well then?"
"My mom was fast asleep; she was drunk as always. When I tried to wake her up, she told me to get Mark to sort it out. So I did phone for Mark to come and help men. But when he saw that my father was already dead, it gave him a new idea of our plan."
"What? You shoot your mom and state it is self-protection?"
"Yes, we would say that my mom came after me with a gun after she saw that I had shot my father."
"So you did shoot your mother?"
"No, he did. I did not have it in me. Apart from being a drunk and turning a blind eye to what my father had done to me, I really had nothing against my mother. I could not hurt her. Fuck, I would not have even hurt my dad, but he did not want to stop."
I look at Tyler s face that has no way of saying what he is really feeling. Does he hate me right now? Is he even more disappointed?
So all he does is but continue, "So you shot your father out self-defense and Mark your mother to complete this plan that you had. Did you claim self-defense in both instances?"
"Yes, but there was a stubborn detective just as Detective Fletcher that did not believe a single word that I said. So I ended up telling him the truth and had to testify against Mark for the murder of my mother."
"And you did?"
"Yes, the murder of my father was declared as self-defense, and Mark was accused of the murder of my mother. Even though everything ended out as it was supposed to have been told in court, I could not live with myself anymore after that. My relationship with Brendan was already on the broken, and that is when I made that decision that I cannot marry him and that I need to start off with a new life far away from where everybody knew me."
"What did Brendan say about this?"
"He was disappointed, but you know, he loved his work more; he thought that things between us would just work out by themselves again."
"And this Mark?"
"Well, he is supposed to have been in jail."
"What do you mean supposed to have been in jail?"
"Detective Fletcher said that on some technicality, he was released about a month ago."