His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 47: Running Away

Chapter 47- Running away

Tyler's POV

My mind couldn't process what I just heard.

Run away?

I stared at my mom, completely caught off guard.

It wasn't just the words that shocked me—it was the way she said them. The desperation in her voice. The raw fear in her eyes.

I had never seen her like this before.

She was always the strong one, the one who held everything together, even when it felt like our world was crumbling. But now, sitting in this car, clutching my hands like her life depended on it, she looked so...broken.

Her body trembled as more tears streamed down her cheeks. I could feel her shaking, and it scared me.

"Mom, please, stop crying," I whispered, squeezing her hands. "Just breathe, okay? We'll figure this out."

But instead of calming down, she cried even harder, her sobs coming out in broken gasps. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire—her pain only intensified.

Her grip on my hands tightened as she looked at me with pleading eyes.

"If you don't want me to die, Tyler... then please, run away with me."

My heart dropped.

"What?" I choked out, my throat tightening.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "The longer we stay with Declan, the more danger I'm in. I can't—I won't survive this much longer."

"No," I said immediately, shaking my head. "No, Mom, don't say that."

"It's the truth!" she cried, her voice breaking. "You don't see what he does to me when you're not around. You don't hear the threats, the way he—" She cut herself off, pressing a trembling hand to her mouth as if she had already said too much.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

I had known, deep down, that Declan was hurting her. The bruises. The way she flinched at his voice. The way she forced herself to smile even when she was in pain.

But hearing her say it? Hearing her admit that she was dying inside? That was something else entirely.

I held her hands tighter, trying to steady her. "Mom... listen to me. It's going to be okay. I swear. We'll find a way out of this."

But she shook her head violently, her eyes burning with urgency. "No! Don't tell me it's going to be okay! That's not what I need to hear right now! I need to know that you'll come with me. That you'll help me get out before it's too late!"

Her voice cracked on the last word, and I felt my chest tighten.

I exhaled slowly, then reached up, gently wiping away her tears with my thumb. "Okay," I said, my voice softer now. "I'll go with you. Just... please, stop crying."

She gasped softly, her breath hitching. I could see the exact moment my words registered—her whole body sagged with relief, her sobs finally slowing down.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Thank you, Tyler."

The driver still wasn't back in the car.

It sounded like he was having a conversation outside, which gave us time. Time to talk. Time to plan.

"I don't know when we'll be able to leave," my mom admitted. "But it won't be long. I just know we can't stay with that beast of a man forever."

She looked at me, her expression raw and determined. "I'll find a way. A safe place, far away from here. I'll book the tickets without Declan knowing. And one day—one fateful day—we'll run."

I stared at her, my mind spinning.

She was serious.

She really planned to leave.

But there was something I needed to understand first.

I swallowed, then met her eyes. "How do I believe you, Mom?"

She blinked. "What?"

I took a deep breath. "You told me you weren't kidnapped. You told me you weren't hurt. But now you're saying you were tortured? That you need to run? I just—I need to know what's real."

Her face fell.

She looked down, her hands trembling in mine.

"So... you don't trust me?" she whispered, pain flashing across her face.

I shook my head quickly. "No! I'll always trust you, Mom. Always." I hesitated. "But you have to understand... I just need proof. I need to know that all of this is real."

Because as much as I hated Declan, as much as I knew what kind of monster he was—I couldn't just blindly accept something that completely contradicted what she told me earlier.

Even though I had already seen the bruises.

Even though I had already known something was wrong.

I just needed to hear the truth.

My mom swallowed hard, then looked up at me with sorrowful eyes.

"I wanted to tell you everything," she admitted. "But Declan threatened me. He said if I spoke... he'd take you away from me."

My breath caught.

"I couldn't risk it, Tyler," she whispered. "You're all I have."

I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening.

That bastard.

I already knew Declan was cruel, but he is uping his game and getting crueler everyday.

I exhaled sharply, then nodded. "I believe you."

Her face crumpled in relief.

"Then come with me," she whispered. "Give me a chance to prove myself."

I nodded slowly. "I will. But... where did you get the money?"

Her eyes darted away. "That doesn't matter."

"It does matter," I pressed. "Your job doesn't pay enough for us to disappear. Where did it come from?"

She sighed. "I have my ways. Just trust me."

I frowned but let it go.

"We need to be careful," she warned. "Declan is smart. He'll notice if anything is off."

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I can't tell you."

I stared at her. "What?"

"Declan might try to force it out of you," she whispered. "The less you know, the safer we'll be."

I exhaled slowly. "Fine. How are we going to communicate?"

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My mom's grip on my hands tightened as she lowered her voice, her swollen eyes filled with urgency. "We're only going to communicate through messages, Tyler. No calls. No matter what happens, you can't call me to talk about this. If you need to check up on me, fine—but nothing else. Declan can't find out."

I frowned, my mind already racing through the possibilities. "Mom, my phone—Declan can tap it. He probably already has. Even text messages aren't safe."

She nodded like she had expected me to say that. "I know," she whispered. "That's why I have a solution."

I watched as she opened her handbag with shaking fingers, reaching inside. My heartbeat quickened when she pulled out a small, black phone and placed it in my palm.

"A burner phone," she said firmly. "This is how we'll communicate."

I turned it over in my hands.

"Keep it on silent at all times. Always have it with you. And no matter what, do not let him find out about it." Her voice dropped lower, her eyes darting toward the car door as if Declan might appear at any second. "If he does, he'll know exactly why we have it, and then—"

Before she could finish, the door swung open.