Chapter 3: Two can't play that game 2/2

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*Flash back April 27th 4:20 pm*

*Last year Tyler's POV*

*Tyler's house*

I invited Steve over after school so he can judge the suit I had bought for prom. Tho I saved up money for it I thought it looked funny on me. After I get the suit on, I realized my dumbass forgot to grab the tie which I had left in one of my drawers in my bedroom. I call and tell Steve to search through my drawers and hand me the black tie. I sit on the toilet and wait... Keep waiting...Wait a little longer. Alright what the fuck is taking him so long? I open the bathroom door to see him holding the gun I had almost killed Frank with. Shit! I forgot to hide it before inviting him over.

"Tyler why do you have this?"

"For my protection. Why else would I have it?"

"Ty this is the same gun used to put Frank in a fucking coma."

"Okay?"

"Tell me the truth."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Tyler did you use this to try and kill Frank?"

"Well.... Yeah."

"Are you fucking serious?!"

Steve jumps over the bed and grabs me by my collar dragging me onto the mattress before rapidly slapping and punching me.

"Get the fuck off me!"

I push him off me and get up.

"What the hell is wrong with you? That's your cousin!"

"Where not even blood related and I don't fuck with him."

"You killed his family too?! You fucking low life!"

"Steve calm down he deserved it."

"What?"

"He is a fucking nuisance Steve! To you and me!"

"That doesn't give you a damn reason to almost kill him!"

"It was for the best."

"Was it you or wolf?"

"It was me."

"I'm fucking done."

He went to grab his phone which I grabbed first.

"Tyler give me my fucking phone I'm leaving."

"Are you serious?"

"Are you?"

"Steve come on let's talk really quick."

He cornered me against the wall and kept attempting to grab his phone. He then kicked me in my leg causing me to collapse.  He still couldn't grab his phone.

"Dude what the fuck!"

"No what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Can we just talk first?"

"Talk?!... Fine get the fuck up."

I sit on the bed and hand him his phone back.

"Look I just couldn't put up with his bullshit anymore."

"I know it's hard, but you tried to kill him, and I was slowly trying to help him with his addiction-Tyler... I won't say shit but if he doesn't make it you are fucked."

"I get it."

"Do you really?"

We shared a strong silence.

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