His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 140: Tyler is Missing

Chapter 140- Tyler Is Missing

Beatrice POV

I don't even have a cent to my name. Not a coin. I'm finished.

And those police officers I called? Those 911 people?

God punish them.

How can they tell me to wait twenty-four hours before they can help me?

Is that how people are found in this country?

What if he's already in danger?

What if those hours are the only hours he has left?

Why should I wait? Why should any mother be told to wait?

I started pacing again. My legs were tired, but I couldn't stop moving.

Where do I even begin? If I want to start looking for him myself, where do I go? Where do I start?

I don't even know who to call.

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I don't even know if I should start crying, or screaming, or just run out into the street shouting his name.

"FUCKKKKK!" I screamed so loud it felt like my throat tore.

I dropped to the ground like my legs stopped working. I didn't even care anymore.

"God, just take me," I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice over my sobbing. "Please. Just take me. Because if I'm dead, then maybe I won't feel this pain."

I curled up on the floor and cried like I had never cried before.

I cried for the man who scammed me. That bastard. That fake security guard of Declan's.

That bastard I trusted.

That bastard I loved.

He called himself Dave—but he was never Dave.

I gave him my heart. My money. Everything I had. I saw a future with him. I saw freedom with him.

And he took it all and disappeared like smoke.

I cried for Tyler too. My boy. My only child.

He left me.

He walked away.

And maybe... maybe I deserved it.

I wiped my face roughly, pulled myself off the ground, and walked to the front door, still in my night robe. My hair was scattered, and my feet were bare, but I didn't care.

Maybe he was outside.

Maybe he just didn't want to come inside, but he was still around. Maybe he was sitting by the gate. Or leaning on the wall. Or lying down somewhere in the compound.

I opened the door and stepped outside.

The wind was cold. My feet touched the rough ground. I walked around the compound, calling his name under my breath.

"Tyler... please."

But no one answered. He wasn't there. There was no one.

I stood still for a few seconds, staring into the darkness.

Then I turned and started walking back toward the house.

"Tyler, please come home," I whispered. "Please... please come home to me. You're all I have."

I stepped back inside and locked the door slowly behind me.

"If I don't see you within twenty hours, Tyler... I swear... I'm going to kill myself," I said out loud, even though no one could hear me.

I sat on the chair and let my body sink into it. I didn't even feel like I was alive anymore. I felt like a ghost.

I cried again. I didn't even fight it. The tears just flowed.

"Why?" I cried out. "Why are these things happening to me?"

I picked up my phone again with weak hands and dialed Tyler's number. It rang.

It kept ringing.

But he didn't pick up.

I climbed the stairs like someone who didn't have bones in her legs. My body was weak, my eyes were tired, and my soul was heavy.

I was still dialing the number when I heard a knock at the door.

My heart stopped.

Could it be...?

"Tyler?" I gasped.

I ran. I didn't care if I fell. I didn't care about anything else.

I rushed downstairs like a mad woman, hope growing so big inside me that it almost made me choke.

I opened the door.

Hoping.

Praying.

Begging.

But it wasn't Tyler.

It was Declan.

My entire body went cold.

What the hell was this bastard doing here?

"What do you want?" I snapped, my voice breaking with rage. I started closing the door.

But he pushed it back with his hand.

"Beatrice—wait. I came to apologize."

I scoffed.

Apologize?

Now?

At this hour?

But something in me stopped.

Maybe... maybe I could use him.

Maybe he could help me find Tyler.

I took a deep breath and stepped back.

"Come in," I said quietly.

He walked in, and the moment he did, he locked the door behind him.

"You have five minutes," I said sharply. "Say what you came to say and get out."

He nodded, looking serious.

"I know I've wronged you, Beatrice," he started, his voice quieter than I remembered. "I know I've done things... horrible things. I was cruel to you. I beat you. I left you. I treated you like nothing, and I abandoned Tyler too. I'm ashamed of myself. I swear, I am."

I just stood there, arms crossed, heart hard.

He continued.

"I hurt you in every way. And I didn't come here to make excuses. I came because someone... someone made me realize that I've been evil. That I've destroyed the only good thing that ever came into my life."

He looked like he wanted to cry, but I didn't care for his tears.

"I killed the man you loved. I sent people after him. I destroyed your happiness. I admit it. And I'm sorry. Please... please, Beatrice. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm begging you. Forgive me."

I looked at him for a long time.

I could tell someone told him to come say all this. He wasn't saying it from his heart. But right now, I didn't care. If he could help me find my child, I would forgive the devil himself.

"I'll forgive you," I said coldly. "But on one condition."

"What is it?" he asked, moving closer. "I'll do anything. Just say it."

"Tyler is missing. And if you want my forgiveness, then find him."

His eyes widened. His mouth fell open.

"What??? Tyler is missing?