I'm Begging You to Be My Escape {A Tyler Lockwood Love Story} [Chapter 1]

Okay so I went ahead and decided to post the first chapter. This is in Savanna's [the main character] POV. Let me know what you think. Message, Rate and all that jazz! Oh, and banners are much appreciated.[= XOXO Hails[=

Created by supergurl05 on Friday, December 17, 2010

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**Savanna’s POV**

I woke up slowly. My whole upper body was sore. I looked around me and saw that I was in the hospital. I also saw someone sitting by my bed. I tried to sit up, but it hurt to move anything besides my head and legs. I fell back on the bed and had to suppress a scream that threatened to escape my mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” I cursed. “That doesn’t feel pleasant.”

“I wouldn’t suggest trying to move around a lot,” the guy by my bed stated. “The doctor will be back in soon. How are you feeling?”

“Oh just peachy,” I said sarcastically. “Except that it hurts to move around. Oh, and the fact that I can’t for the life of me figure out why I’m here.”

“I’ll let the doctor explain everything,” he replied. “My name is Tyler, by the way. Tyler Lockwood. What’s yours?”

“Savanna Perkins,” I replied. “I don’t wanna be rude or anything, but why are you sitting by some stranger’s bedside?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he shrugged. I gave him a quizzical look. “I’m the one that found you and called the ambulance. I just wanted to make sure that you were gonna be okay.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. “I guess I owe ya a big one, huh?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he stated simply. Then the doctor walked in.

“You’re awake,” he said. “That’s good. Now, I bet you’re wondering what happened. Well, I’m gonna put it to you simply. You were shot five times in you torso. Twice in your stomach, once in your right shoulder, and twice in your left shoulder.” I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up a hand for silence. “We managed to get four of the bullets out, but we couldn’t find the one in your right shoulder.”

I sat there in shock. I had been shot five times and I survived. Not many people can say that. And what surprised me even more was the fact that this boy I had never met had stayed by my side until I woke up. I looked over at him, and he smiled at me. Then something in my brain clicked and a little light bulb came on.

“Wait, you said your last name is Lockwood, right?” I asked. He nodded. “Are you the mayor’s son or something?” Again, he nodded. “Damn, that means I really owe ya one.”

He just shook his head and laughed. I tried to sit up again, but I flopped back down in defeat. It was just too damn painful! I looked around for the control to sit the bed up, but I couldn’t find it. I sighed in resignation. I let my hands roam the bed and then I found the control. ‘Success!’ I thought. I made it to where the bed held me in a sitting position. Then I smirked and set the control next to me.

“Well, I have some excellent news for you, Miss Perkins,” the doctor said. I jumped a little because I hadn’t even noticed him walk in. “Once we get your prescription printed out, you are free to leave. Someone brought you a change of clothes while you were asleep. Would you like me to tell her that you’re awake?”

“Umm yeah,” I replied. “Thanks doc.”

“No problem,” he replied. Then he walked out of the room.

I got out of the bed slowly. I stretched out my back, but I regretted that immediately. I almost collapsed, but Tyler caught me before I hit the ground. I mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ before walking over to the bag sitting on the extra chair in the room. I asked Tyler to give me a few minutes so I could change, and he obliged. As soon as he was out of the room, I slipped on the t-shirt and shimmied into the skinny jeans that I pulled out of the bag. Then I opened the door and saw my mother and father standing outside the room talking to Tyler. I felt bad for the kid. My parents weren’t friendly at the best of times, and I could tell from the looks on their faces that they were both in a bad mood.

“Umm, hi,” I said timidly as I walked out into the hallway. My parents’ heads snapped in my direction. My father walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders. I winced in pain, but he acted like he didn’t notice.

“What happened to you and why was this boy sitting in the room with you this whole time?” he demanded. I heaved a sigh.

“Ok, first of all, Tyler is the person that found me and saved my life,” I spat. “Second, I don’t know exactly what happened. I remember I broke down on the side of the road. I tried to call someone for a ride, but neither you nor Mom answered, so I had to try to get the attention of someone driving by. I managed to, but I don’t remember anything from when they pulled over to help me to the time I woke up here.”

He tightened his grip on my shoulders and I whimpered in pain. “You better be telling me the truth or so help me, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m telling the truth,” I said, my voice wavering. “Now let go. You’re hurting me.”

He released my shoulders and I had to fight back tears. It hurt so badly. I was used to pain, but nothing like that. Soon, my mother and father turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with Tyler. I rushed back into the room to keep people from staring at me. Apparently, my father is great at making a scene. I stood inside the room looking at nothing in particular. I heard the door open, but I didn’t turn to see who it was.

“Are you okay?” Tyler asked. I just shrugged.

“I’m used to that,” I replied. “My father isn’t exactly a caring person, but normally he tries not to let people see how dysfunctional our family is.”

Before Tyler could say anything, the doctor walked in the room. He handed me a prescription and told me I was free to leave. I thanked him then picked up the bag my mother had brought my clothes in and walked out the door. I heard Tyler following along behind me, so I stopped. I was about to snap at him, but I didn’t.

“Umm, Tyler?” I started. “Could you possibly give me a ride home? My parents already left.”

“No problem,” he replied. “Where do you live?”

I gave him the address. We walked out to his car and I hopped in the passenger side as he got behind the wheel. He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. I had to stifle a laugh. He looked over at me, but I just shook it off. He wouldn’t understand the joke in my head. I wasn’t really paying attention to the radio until I heard the first few notes of “Supermassive Black Hole” by Muse. I smiled.

As the words started, I began singing along quietly. Just as the song finished, we pulled up to my house. I told Tyler the gate password and we drove up the long driveway in silence. As we reached the house, I heaved a sigh. I saw both of my parents’ cars in the driveway, along with mine. Apparently, a tow truck had been sent to retrieve it. I hesitated getting out of the car. I looked over at Tyler.

“Um, you do go to Robert E. Lee right?” I asked. I was trying to stall.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Are you gonna be going there?”

“Yeah. I start tomorrow,” I answered.

We sat there in silence for a few more minutes before I decided I had better get out of the car. I thanked Tyler for giving me a ride, and then got out and walked up to the door. I opened the door and waved goodbye to Tyler. As soon as I stepped in the house, my father was right there. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, so I pushed past him and ran up the stairs to my room. There were still boxes everywhere waiting to be unpacked.

I plugged my phone in to charge then walked over to the first box which was labeled ‘clothes’. I started unpacking my jeans and shirts and putting them in the closet and dresser. Once I was finished with all my clothes, which took up four boxes, I moved on the next box which was my bathroom stuff. I picked up the box and carried it into the bathroom connected to my room. I put the towel rack up and placed my towels on it. I put everything else where it needed to go. When I walked back into my room, I saw my mother sitting on my bed. That was never a good sign. It always meant one of two things: a) her and my father were being relocated or b) she had to talk to me about something that my father says is my fault.

“Savanna, sit down for a minute,” she said. I obeyed to keep her from yelling. “Your father wants to know if you remember anything about the person that pulled over to help you the other night.”

“All I remember is that there were two guys. I couldn’t describe them if I wanted to because I didn’t see their faces,” I replied coldly. She sighed and then left my room.

I finished unpacking my boxes about an hour later. I looked at my clock and saw that it was two in the afternoon. I put my iPod on its docking station and turned it on. “Hungover” by Ke$ha started playing, and I turned it up to full blast. I walked over to my full length mirror and slid my shirt off over my head. I stood there staring at my reflection. I could see where the bullets had pierced my skin. I turned away from the mirror quickly after that. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed out a pair of short shorts and a tank top then headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

I turned on the water and let it warm up before I remembered that I didn’t stop to get my prescription. I just shrugged it off as I hopped in the shower. It felt good to let the warm water relax my muscles. I washed my hair and carefully washed my skin then I hopped out and dried off. I quickly changed into my shorts and tank top before walking out into my room. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a purse and put my wallet, keys, and phone in. I quickly headed downstairs to find my mother. I found her sitting in her office. I walked over to her desk.

“Hey, Mom,” I said. “Is my car working? I need to go get my prescription filled.”

“Your father got it repaired this morning before bringing it home,” she replied.

“Okay,” I said. “Well I’ll see you when I get home from the pharmacy. Bye.”

I walked out of the house and jogged over to my car. I was thankful that my jacket was in the backseat because I hadn’t realized that it was that cold outside. I quickly hopped in and grabbed my jacket off the passenger seat and put it on. Then I started the car and peeled out of the driveway. I sped to the pharmacy to drop off my prescription. When I got there, I parked and headed inside.

I walked up to the counter and dropped off my prescription. I was told it would be about ten minutes before it would be ready, so I decided to wander aimlessly around the store. I was walking down the shampoo aisle when I bumped into someone.

“Ow,” I muttered. Then I looked up and saw that I had run into Tyler. “Well, fancy meeting you here, Tyler.”

“I guess,” he replied. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright. I managed to unpack all of my stuff without too much pain, so I guess I’m doing pretty well so far,” I replied. “I still owe you for all your help.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he replied. “I couldn’t just leave you on the side of the road, and I couldn’t leave you stranded at the hospital. Any decent person would’ve done the same thing I did.”

“Well, I still say I owe you,” I remarked. Then there was an announcement saying that my prescription was ready. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” he replied. “I’ll be your guide to Robert E. Lee. If you want me to be, that is.”

“I’d really appreciate that,” I smiled. “Well, bye.”


I walked back over to the counter and paid for my medicine before heading out to my car. I walked over to my car and saw a piece of paper tucked under one of the windshield wipers. I plucked it out and read it. It was a note from Tyler giving me his number and saying to call him any time. I smiled to myself as I hopped in the car and drove home. Of all the possible people I could’ve met my first day in Mystic Falls, I was glad that Tyler was the one to find me and save my life.

I got home about ten minutes later. I walked in the house and was yelled at for taking so long. I looked at the clock in the hall and saw that I had only been gone forty minutes. I just rolled my eyes and headed upstairs to my room. I put my purse and medicine on my vanity then pulled out my laptop and fired it up. I updated my blog, replied to a few e-mails, then shut down the computer and lay down to take a nap before dinner. I soon fell into a peaceful slumber.

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