His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 11: What A Terrible Way To End The Day

Chapter 11- What a terrible way to end the day.

Tyler's POV

The moment the words left her mouth, I regretted not knowing sooner.

I stared at my mom, waiting for her to explain herself, to tell me something—anything—that would make sense of the fact that she had been keeping such a huge secret from me. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

"Why didn't you tell me, Mom?" My voice was tight, frustration seeping into every word. "Why didn't you tell me that he—that worthless excuse of a father—is threatening to take me away if you don't do what he says?"

Mom let out a slow, shaky breath, as if the weight of my words was pressing down on her. "Because, Tyler," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "he also threatened me not to say anything." She looked away for a moment, her eyes clouded with something I couldn't quite place—fear, sadness, regret. "And I... I didn't have a choice."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Didn't have a choice?

I took a step back, running a hand through my hair. "You always have a choice, Mom! You shouldn't be scared of him. He can't just take me away from you like that!"

Mom gave me a sad, almost knowing smile. It made my stomach twist. It wasn't the kind of smile that meant things would be okay. It was the kind that said, Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew.

"Oh, honey," she whispered, reaching out to touch my hand. "Have you forgotten who your father is?"

I frowned, my chest tightening.

"He's not just some random man anymore," she continued, her voice laced with exhaustion. "He has money. He has power. He has connections."

"So what?" I shot back, shaking my head. "There are laws, Mom! Rules! He can't just waltz into a courtroom and take me away."

Mom's face twisted with something close to heartbreak. "So," she whispered, "all he has to do is bribe the court, pay off a few judges, and suddenly—poof—you belong to him."

I inhaled sharply, my anger shifting into something worse—helplessness.

Mom reached for my hand again, gripping it like she was afraid I'd slip away. "Tyler," she said softly, "I need you to understand something."

I swallowed hard, my throat burning.

"I love you more than anything in this world," she continued, her voice shaking. "I would never let him take you away from me. But I also can't lose you. Do you understand me? I can't."

Her voice cracked on the last word, and that was all it took.

Something in me broke.

I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. I just moved.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as she finally let the tears fall. Her body shook against mine, and I felt her fingers dig into my back like she was holding on for dear life.

"Shh," I murmured, resting my chin on the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere, Mom. I promise."

She let out a choked sob, her arms tightening around me. I could feel her pain, her fear, her exhaustion. It was all wrapped up in the way she clung to me, like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered. "So, please... don't cry anymore."

She nodded against my chest, her breath still uneven, but at least she was trying to calm down.

I pulled back slightly and kissed her forehead, my lips lingering there for a moment. A silent reassurance. A promise.

Mom closed her eyes and took a deep, shaky breath.

When she finally pulled away, she wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling. Then, she looked at me hesitantly, like she was afraid of what she was about to say.

"Would you... mind coming to the wedding with me?"

I blinked.

Out of everything she could have asked me, that was the last thing I expected.

The wedding?

The thought of seeing him—the man who had done nothing but cause my mother pain—made my stomach turn.

But when I looked at her, I saw the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she bit her lip, the way she fidgeted with her fingers like she was preparing herself for rejection.

She needed me there.

And I wasn't going to let her face him alone and take me to himself while leaving her alone.

I didn't hesitate.

I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. "Of course, Mom. I'll come with you."

A look of pure relief washed over her face, and for the first time tonight, she looked at peace. It was like, for just a second, all the weight on her shoulders disappeared.

I kissed her forehead again, letting the moment settle between us, then carefully guided her to her room.

She looked so drained—like she had been holding herself together for too long, and now that she finally let go, her body had nothing left to give.

I sat her down on the bed and sat beside her, letting her rest her head against my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, slowly, gently, like I used to when I was little.

As I sat there, I felt a deep, gnawing guilt settle inside me.

How could I have been so stupid?

I had spent so much time blaming my mom, thinking she was the one refusing to move on, the one still drowning in my father's shadow—when in reality, she never even had a choice.

He had been controlling her this entire time.

He had been a thorn in her side, making sure she could never fall in love with someone who actually deserved her.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I murmured.

She didn't respond, and when I glanced down, I realized she had already fallen asleep.

I exhaled, carefully shifting her so I could tuck her in properly. I placed a pillow under her head, making sure she was comfortable before pulling the duvet over her.

She needed the rest.

I quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me, and headed straight to my own bedroom.

I barely made it to my bed before collapsing face-first onto it, too drained to even think about changing my clothes or freshening up.

I was just done.

The wedding.

The breakup.

The kiss.

Everything.

I ran a hand over my face, staring at the ceiling. My life was falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I was just about to doze off when—

Vrrr—vrrr—vrrr

I groaned into my pillow.

Who the fuck won't let me sleep?!

Frustrated, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and squinted at the screen.

Unknown Number.

I frowned.

I hesitated, then unlocked my phone, scrolling to the message.

Logab.

Just thinking about his name pissed me off.

It was a text.

I debated ignoring it altogether. Maybe I should just block him. God knew I was sick of hearing from him—especially after the mess he had made.

Three days.

In just three fucking days, Logan had managed to destroy everything.

He stole my girlfriend.

He kissed me.

And now he was texting me like we were best friends?

I scoffed, my finger hovering over the "block" button—only to realize I couldn't.

The number had no caller ID.

Great.

Rolling my eyes, I opened the message.

Tyler, I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I never planned to hurt you.

The kiss... everything—it wasn't intentional. I don't expect you to believe me, but I swear I didn't plan any of this.

And I'm sorry for how the school is treating you. It's not fair. You're not the one who cheated, Alexis is.

I scoffed.

Did he really think an apology would fix this?

I was about to type out a response—something not so nice—when a notification popped up.

I frowned.

Doesn't these people even rest ?

It was from our school's gossip blog.

A video.

The moment I clicked on the video, I felt my stomach turn.

The screen lit up with dim, grainy footage, but there was no mistaking her.

Alexis.

Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders as she straddled some guy in a dimly lit room. She was moving like her life depended on it, grinding down on him with the kind of enthusiasm I had never seen when we were together.

And then—

Jesus fucking Christ.

She dropped to her knees.

My jaw clenched as I watched her hands work, her fingers moving like she couldn't wait to get to it. Then, just as quickly, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, her head bobbing in a sloppy, desperate rhythm.

A sickening mix of anger and disgust curled inside me, but the worst part—the part that really set me off—was her fucking voice.

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"Oh my God, baby, you're so sweet," she purred between wet, sucking noises.

I could've punched a hole through my wall.

I slammed my phone down on my bed, my breathing ragged, my fists curling so tightly my nails dug into my palms.

Logan had kissed her less than three fucking days ago.

Alexis had cheated on me with Logan less than three fucking days ago.

And she couldn't even last a week before jumping on someone else?

I let out a cold laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. "So she couldn't even stay with Logan for a week before riding someone else?" I let out a mocking laugh.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. How cheap can she be?

I shouldn't have been surprised.

I knew who Alexis was.

But this?

This was a whole new level of pathetic and hoe behavior.

I picked up my phone again, staring at the paused video. A part of me wanted to send it to Logan, just to see the look on his face when he realized the girl he thought loved him to kiss him had already moved on to the next guy.

But another part of me—one that was fucking done with all of it—just felt empty.

I tossed my phone aside and leaned back against the headboard, my hands covering my face.

I didn't feel heartbreak.

I didn't feel sadness.

I just feel sorry for her parents when they see how loose their beloved only daughter had become

"What a terrible way to end the day."