Hey guys! Looking at the title of this chapter kills me. It truly does. Screw logic.
EY. It's Evland here.
LIES. IT'S RYLAND.
Okay, so you're either judging the title, or I'm here saying its a contradicting title and this is a happy as hell chapter. c;
Oh I don't know. Hailey does, an she's going to kill me if I don't write more about Tyler's day. c;
Oh! And a late dedication to T. Congrats on 600. <3
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Chapter 10;
Tyler’s POV;
“I’m free because I’m free because I’m la da da da di.” My voice sang out. It was quiet, but was there. I smiled lightly as I continued singing. I love Joe Brooks just about as much as I love Max.
Whoa, what. I defiantly do not love Max. What kind of messed up thought is this? Just, thought process, slow it down, will you?! This is horrible. I’m totally losing it. I slammed the top of my knife in the cutting board groaning. Now I’m literally going insane. I can’t even cut an apple correctly. All of my thoughts are losing it. Does that mean that I am losing it?
Aurg! This is too much for my brain to handle.
And now I’m talking to myself mentally, of course I am.. Why does reality hate me so much?!
Reality doesn’t hate you, you’re just taking it the wrong way.
Reality does hate me, and I'm assuming my conscious does, too. This is horrible. Maybe I should stop hanging out with him? I couldn't do that. It didn't work the first time, so why would it work the second time around? It wouldn't so that thought should just be thrown out. Oh! And then there's school tomorrow. Great. Another full day with Max, and with my thoughts all screwed up, nothing is going to go right! I'm probably going to go insane by tomorrow. Die in my sleep from over thinking.
Yeah.. That's it.
I groaned, whilst picking up a piece of apple that had been successfully cut up. I nibbled on it while putting the other ones on a plate. I shuffled upstairs dreading the day that was coming ahead. As soon as I reached the top of my stairs, and walked to my room. I shut the door behind me, using my foot, as I hurried putting the apples down on my nightstand. I then proceeded to fall back onto my bed. Why was this bed so comfy?
It's like my safe haven from every negitive thought I'd ever had. Kind like, the softness and fluffiness were melting all the stress away. Maybe me and my bed were meant to be.
True love right here, ladies and gentlemen.
I closed my eyes for a split second before feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I groaned inwardly, as my hand reached back and pulled it out. I held it tightlyabove my face, trying my hardest to keep it from falling on my face. That stuff really hurts, I should know, it's happened more than enough times to me.
I blinked my dry eyes as I looked at my text.
Unknown Number: Stay away from Max, Tyler. You'll regret it if you don't.
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I had read that right. Did it really say that? Why would someone threaten me to stay away from him? I groaned and let my fingers type whatever my heart wanted them to.
To Unknown Number: Listen, I don't know who you are and how you got my number, but refrain from telling me what to do. It's terribly unkind. I don't have to 'stay' away from Max if I don't want to.
I smiled proudly at what I had typed and pressed 'reply'. I threw my phone to my side and grabbed an apple slice off the plate that was next to me, on my night stand.I let out a dreamy sigh as I bit into the Pink Lady apple. One of my favorites, if I do say so myself. I stiffled a laugh as my phone vibrated again. Will they ever give up?
Probably not.
I clicked on the home button, quickly unlocking my phone without what so ever giving a glance to the most likely hurtful message. I had to refrain myself from reading it aloud. Can't having the parents knowing, now can we?
Unknown Number: I'll give you one warning and one warning only. If you don't stay away from him, you'll come to realize why you never wanted him in the first place. You'll understand pain and what i've felt seeing him with you. So this is my final warning. Stay away from him.
I will admit, reading that stung a little bit, but I pushed back the feelings. I'll understand pain? What kind of pain? None the less, I really don't think I need to know. I know saying this, I will regret it, but staying away from him might just be my best choice right now.. No matter what the pain.
I let out a quick puff of air, not even knowing I was holding my own breath until now. I brushed back the tears and saved the unknown number as Dream Killer. I set my phone down afterwards, grabbing my plate and hurrying down the stairs. Just as I threw the rest of the apples away, I heard the door bell ring.
Who in the sams hell is that?
I quickly shoved the plate in the dish washer, as I scurried off to the door. And as soon as I opened the door, I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. You've already made the decision, now stick to it.
"Tyler!" Max yipped, happily. He reached out to hug me, but I pushed him away. This was going to be harder than I thought.
"Max, you need to go. Now." I said, more harshly than I intended to.
"What're you talking about, Tyler? I came over for a visit and--"
I cut him short, not ready to hear all this. I need to do this quick and painless. I put on my straightest face I could handle right now, dusting the tears from coming from my eyes. "Max, go. Now. I've said it once, and I'm not saying it again. Go and please, don't return." And with that I had shut the door in his face. Locking it quickly, I then slowly continued to wobble away from the front door, but within half way to the stairs I busted into a full on sprint. Once I arrived to my room, I shut the door quickly, only to hear a car speed away. I somehow ended up leaning again my door framing, feeling that returning hot liquid rolling down my cheeks.
The next sound I heard over my own sobbing was my phone vibrating. I stood up, picking up my phone. I unlocked my phone with a shaky hand, and could only cry harder at what I read.
Dream Killer: Good girl, you chose well.
Sorry for the long wait guys. I had a lot of testing to do, and just. Sorry! Expect more frequent updates now!
And if this chapter is short, I sincerely apologize.. Forgive me?
Please and thank you for your patience!
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