His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 131: You Made Your Bed

Chapter 131- You Made Your Bed

Tyler's POV

The line went dead the moment he finished counting.

"Three... two... one."

Bing.

I didn't even blink.

My heart was pounding, but I couldn't feel anything anymore. Just silence—loud, painful silence.

My mom stared at her phone like she was expecting it to start talking again. Like maybe, if she just stared hard enough, he'd call back and say it was a joke.

But it wasn't.

"Hello? Hello?! Please... pick up... please..." she kept saying over and over again like she could drag his voice back.

But no one was responding.

She dropped the phone and grabbed it again, dialed his number, only for it to go to voicemail. She tried again. And again. And again.

Still nothing.

Then she lost it.

She screamed and yanked her hair as if pulling it would rewind time.

She was pacing around the living room like she didn't know where she was anymore, muttering words that didn't even make sense.

One second she was crying. The next, she was cursing. Then she was crying again.

"Why?! Why isn't he picking?! Why would he do this to me?!" she screamed, falling to her knees.

I stood there, still holding my bag, watching her break down completely.

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She was a mess. A shell. Nothing like the strong, desperate woman who cried beside me in the car just weeks ago, begging for us to leave Declan and start over.

Now look at her.

She looked up at me, tears soaking her cheeks.

"Please, Tyler..." she whispered, crawling closer. "Don't leave me. Please. Everyone always leaves me. You're the only one I have. Please..."

I clenched my jaw. My hands balled into fists at my sides.

I wanted to scream at her, but the anger in my chest was so deep it just sat there, burning.

"If that man hadn't run away with the money," I said slowly, "would you have come to your senses?"

She blinked, confused.

"Would you have realized how stupid it was?" I asked louder. "Would you have known how blind you were?!"

My voice echoed in the room, and she flinched.

"Blind? Tyler—"

"Not blind—BLINDED!" I snapped. "You didn't see red flags. You saw a Red Sea and dived into it with your eyes closed!"

She burst into more tears.

"I know I messed up, I know I did. But I've realized it now. I swear. I won't let it happen again. Just... don't leave me. Please."

"Go back to him," I said coldly. "Maybe he'll come back and you two can burn together."

"No, Tyler... no! I spent all my money because I believed in him. He said he was gonna help me start over. I told him everything and—"

"And you told him your savings?" I cut her off, my voice rising. "In less than a week? Who the hell does that?! Who gives a stranger access to their entire life in three days?! Even I—a guy—would never do something that dumb!"

She covered her face, sobbing harder.

"I didn't know... I didn't know he was lying..."

I laughed. A bitter, dry laugh that didn't even sound like me anymore.

"You didn't know?! Even a blind man would've seen through that! But no, you were too busy feeling 'loved' to see you were being used like an ATM machine with boobs!"

"Please..." she whispered, crawling to me and clutching my leg. "Please don't go. I'll die if you leave. I don't have anyone else."

I yanked my leg away instantly.

"Don't put this on me," I said harshly. "I wasn't the one that gave him your life story. I wasn't the one that handed over all your money. If there's someone you should be begging to stay, it's him. Not me."

"But I need you, Tyler..." she whispered, still on the floor. "I just need someone. Just you..."

I stared down at her, my heart breaking even more.

But I wasn't bending. Not this time.

"What are you gonna tell Declan?" I asked sharply. "When he finds out the money's gone? What story will you cook up?"

She sniffled and tried to stand.

"I'll... I'll try to avoid him asking. I'll lie. I'll—"

"You'll lie?" I scoffed. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"

"I just need someone beside me to face whatever comes... I need you, Tyler," she cried.

I pointed at the door.

"Then find another man. Someone else to 'fall in love' with and maybe he'll steal your soul since your money is already gone."

I turned to leave.

"No! Please! I'll take a loan! I'll pay little by little! Just stay with me. Please. Let's still run. I'll find a way!" she begged, blocking the doorway.

That did it.

I dropped my bag and burst into laughter. Not joy—madness.

"You'll take a loan?" I repeated. "You've gone from begging to fantasizing."

She nodded desperately.

"I swear, Tyler. I'll do it. I'll fix this. I promise. Please stay with me."

I stepped closer, looked her straight in the eyes.

"How does that sound to you?" I asked. "Sane?"

She hesitated, then whispered, "It sounds... somehow."

"No," I said coldly. "It sounds dumb. As dumb as falling for a man in three days and giving him your bank info."

I picked up my bag again and headed for the door.

"You already made your bed, Mom," I said without looking back. "Now do well to lie in it."

Then I walked out.

I didn't look back.

Even as I heard her screaming my name, voice hoarse and broken—

"Tyler! Tyler, please!"

I didn't stop. I didn't turn.

I walked faster.

And the further I went, the less I felt like her son.

I wasn't even sure where my legs were taking me. I just needed to be away.

Away from her lies.

Away from the betrayal.

Away from the madness.

My phone was at 23%. I pulled it out, opened Google Maps, and typed "hotels near me."

A list popped up. I picked the first one. It didn't look fancy. Nothing expensive. Just a basic one with three stars.

I flagged a taxi, paid what I thought was fair—guy cheated me, I knew it, but I didn't care—and rode down to the place.

The lobby smelled of cheap air freshener and old carpet.

I approached the front desk.

"Good evening. I'd like a room. Just one night for now," I said.

The receptionist looked me up and down. "Do you have a valid ID?"

"Yeah." I handed it over.

She frowned. "Sorry, this ID shows you're under 20. We don't allow check-ins without a guardian."

I stared. "I'm almost twenty. I'm not trying to throw a party or do drugs—I just need somewhere to sleep."

She handed the ID back. "Sorry. Policy."

I didn't argue. What was the point?

Second hotel.

This time, they said the only available rooms were "executive suites." Way above my budget.

Third hotel? "We only accept cash. No transfers."

Fourth?

The power was out. Generator wasn't working. "We're not accepting new guests until power is restored."

Fifth?

"Sorry, we're fumigating tonight. Come back tomorrow."

By the sixth hotel, I was drenched in sweat and frustration.

I was tired. I was hungry. My legs were hurting.

I had already used almost half of the little money I had left on boarding taxis and short bike rides.

I sat on a bench outside the last hotel and dropped my bag by my side.

I felt like screaming.

Why was everything against me?

I left the house for my sanity, but it felt like the universe itself was mocking me.

I couldn't even find a place to sleep.

And then—

Boom.

The sky growled.

I looked up.

Of course.

Rain.

Within seconds, the clouds opened up and the rain came down hard—

No warning. No mercy.

I scrambled to find shelter, but there was nothing.

Just a dirty fence and locked shops.

No awnings. No canopies.

I held my bag over my head and tried to shield myself, but the zipper gave out with a nasty snap, and everything—everything—spilled out into the street.

My clothes. My underwear.

Splash. Right into the mud.

I stared. My eyes burned. My throat tightened.

"No no no no no no—" I dropped to my knees, trying to scoop up my clothes with shaking hands.

They were soaked.

Covered in brown, slimy mud.

The rain just kept beating me down, soaking my shirt to my skin, making my fingers numb.

"Fuck this rain, man!" I shouted, slamming the bag to the floor. "Fuck this whole city! F**k everything!"

My teeth were chattering now.

I could barely feel my fingers.

Water dripped into my eyes, off my chin, down my spine.

I couldn't even tell if I was crying or just soaked in rain anymore.

I tried to shove the wet clothes back into the bag, but the zip refused to close. It was jammed.

The bag was broken, the clothes were useless, and I was freezing.

I stood up and just let the rain fall on me.

My shoulders slumped. My arms hung at my sides.

I couldn't fight anymore.

I felt like a walking punchline.

A pathetic, shivering, homeless boy in the middle of the street.

Teeth knocking against each other, like they were clapping in slow, painful applause for my downfall.

I thought about calling Declan.

At least he had a roof. Food. Power.

He'd accept me. Probably with open arms.

No.

I'd sleep in the gutter before I called that bastard.

I was ready to just lie down there—

Soaked. Frozen. Miserable—

And then, suddenly—

The rain... stopped.

Not around me. Not everywhere.

Just above me.

I blinked.

A shadow hovered over me.

Someone was standing beside me, holding an umbrella above my head.

A soft voice, calm and slightly amused, broke through the sound of the rain:

"You look so miserable."