His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 32: Travelling

Chapter 32- Traveling

Tyler's POV

It had been two days.

Or maybe one.

Honestly, i wasn't sure how to count it, but the point was—it had been a while since i kissed Logan, and the guy hadn't even bothered to send me a single message. Not even a stupid "hey." Nothing.

Like it never even happened.

I had checked his phone more times than i cared to admit, scrolling through my messages, refreshing the chat, just to make sure Logan's text didn't somehow end up in spam. But no, Logan hadn't sent me anything. No sarcastic remarks. No annoying messages like he usually did.

Just silence.

And that pissed me off.

A part of me wanted Logan to message me first, just like he always did. At least then, if i wanted to ignore him, I'd have the satisfaction of knowing Logan was still thinking about me.

But there was nothing. Just this unsettling quiet between us, and it was driving me insane.

Should i send a message instead?

The thought crossed my mind, and I nearly convinced himself to do it—just a simple text, something casual. Maybe a question, like, What, did you die?

But then I shook his head. No way.

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Logan was the one who always sent the first message. That was just how things worked between us. If I messaged first, wouldn't that mean I cared?

"So if he doesn't text, you can't text him either?" My subconscious asked, making me shift uncomfortably.

"I refuse to feel guilty," I muttered to myself, gripping my phone.

It wasn't a big deal. The kiss was a one-time thing. A mistake. It wasn't supposed to mean anything.

But then why couldn't I stop thinking about it?

Just four days ago, I hated Logan for what he did to me. i wanted to punch him, ruin his life, make him regret everything. And now?

Now, all he wanted was to see him again.

To kiss him again.

I groaned, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

Ever since the gun incident, I hadn't gone to school. I didn't go the next day. I wasn't sure when I'd go back. Honestly, it was better to avoid it altogether than regret showing up. i had too much going on in my head to deal with school drama right now.

With a sigh, I grabbed my phone again, checking for any new messages. Maybe Logan changed his mind and—

Nope. Nothing.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath, throwing the phone onto the bed.

A sudden knock on the door made me flinch.

"Tyler!"

It was my mom.

Great.

I sighed heavily, rubbing his face as she called again from outside the door.

"Tyler, are you ready? They're coming to pick us up."

I ignored her.

I hadn't packed a single thing. I was still holding onto the ridiculous hope that this whole daddy bonding together safe keeping trip wouldn't work out and Declan would change his mind and cancel this whole trip. But it looked like that wasn't happening.

"Tyler! Tyler! Tyler, are you in there?"

My mom called again, but i still didn't answer. Maybe if i stayed completely silent, she'd get tired of yelling and just leave.

Nope. She wasn't giving up.

She called my name four more times before i heard the door handle rattle. My eyes widened. She was coming in.

The damn door wasn't locked.

Shit.

I groaned as the door swung open, revealing my mother standing there with an expression of both anger and disappointment.

"Excuse me?" she snapped. "Didn't you hear me calling you a million times?"

I sat up lazily, giving her a bored look. "I heard you, Mom. In fact, I think the whole country heard you."

My mom scoffed, crossing her arms. "And why aren't you ready yet?"

"Maybe because I don't want to go?" I shot back. "Or is that too hard to figure out?"

My mother sighed, softening her tone slightly. "I understand, Tyler. I really do. But you already promised Declan you'd come. Please don't change your mind now. You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants."

I looked away, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I don't care," I muttered. "I'm not packing anything. I'm staying right here. If Declan shows up and sees I'm not ready, maybe he'll get mad and leave without me."

My mom chuckled, shaking her head. "You know that's not going to happen."

I groaned, flopping back down onto the bed. "If wishes were horses..."

"Beggars would ride," My mom finished for me, rolling her eyes as she walked over to my wardrobe and started pulling out clothes.

I just watched her. If she wanted to force him into this trip, she could do all the work. I wasn't going to lift a finger.

She started packing my clothes into a suitcase when suddenly she paused, her eyes widening.

"Uh-huh..." she muttered, turning to him with a smirk.

I frowned. "What?"

My mom lifted something in the air.

A condom.

Not just one—multiple.

And—oh, God—some BDSM gear I had completely forgotten was in there.

My face went up in flames.

"Mom!, my privacy, you have to respect it." I jumped up, snatching everything from her hands.

My mother laughed. "Oh, now you care about privacy?"

"Mom, seriously!"

She gave me a teasing smile. "You should've thought about privacy before making me pack your stuff. Now, no privacy for you."

I groaned, stuffing the items into a drawer and immediately locking it. I knew her too well—if I left it open, she'd bring it up again just to embarrass me.

"Whatever," I mumbled, throwing my self back onto the bed while she continued packing.

A few minutes passed in silence before my mom suddenly cleared her throat.

"Amara came by after she left yesterday ," she said casually.

I didn't react at first, just nodding absentmindedly.

"She came back in the evening," my mom continued. "You were inside, so I didn't want to disturb you. She wanted to apologize."

That got my attention. He turned his head slightly. "Apologize?"

"She said she knows how annoying she can be when she's drunk and hopes you're not mad at her."

I let out a dry laugh. "Mad? Mom, if you knew what she did when she was drunk, you wouldn't be asking that."

My mom raised an eyebrow. "What did she do?"

"Let's just say the kiss wasn't the worst of it," he muttered. "She was a nightmare. So, yeah, tell her I'm not mad, but next time? If you ever tell me to take care of a drunk person again, I'm leaving them in the streets."

My mom chuckled. "Noted."

She finished packing within minutes, only taking the essentials. "You can get anything else when you arrive," she said, zipping up the suitcase.

I was about to argue, but a car horn outside cut him off.

My mom glanced at me. "That's Declan."

I groaned, dragging himself out of bed. I grabbed my bag and followed her downstairs, dragging my feet the entire way.

When we stepped outside, I froze.

Five cars.

It looked like a damn convoy.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"Security," my mom explained. "One for me, one for you, and escorts to make sure we're safe."

I rolled his eyes. "This is ridiculous."

The bags were loaded into the cars, and it was time to go.

I felt a lump in his throat. Not sadness, not fear—just something heavy sitting in his chest. But I forced it down.

I turned to his mom, giving her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before pulling away.

Then, without another word, I climbed into the car with Declan.

I didn't greet him. Didn't even look at him.

I just sat back, arms crossed, waiting for my mom's car to leave.

The second it did, I muttered, "Alright. Let's go."