𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 | Tyler Hernandez x Reader

| Ep 64 |

The previous chapter was blank because there is no way for Y/N to be self-inserted into that episode. Look back on the WEBTOON to see Episode 63. Guys, I PROMISE I didn't have anything crazy up my sleeve.

"I'm sorry for being abrupt," Mr. Thomas apologizes as we follow him into the classroom, "We don't have much time."

The worry in his voice was evident, which only caused my curiosity to grow, "Mr. Thomas, whatever this is about, we really don't have the time-"

He cuts me off and his expression shifts into a quizzical one when he looks back at us, "...You kids went in too, right? Into the Sorrel House."

How the hell...

"'Too'? You went in?" Taylor asks slowly.

"I don't have much time to explain. I'm sure you've noticed already that we're being watched."

My brows raise at his assumption, "What? We aren't being..."

I trail off when I notice Ashlyn's expression, seeing as her face says otherwise.

Mr. Thomas opens one of his filing cabinet's drawers, "Here," He takes a book out and offers it to us, "Take a look."

I narrow my eyes as he hands it to Ashlyn. I take a step forward to get a closer look but then stop when I hear a pair of footsteps approach from behind.

Before I could turn around, I feel an arm link around my neck and hold me in place, "Hey-!"

My voice is muffled by a rag shoved against my face. I reach my hands up to pry the person off of me. I fight against his strong hold, only making him squeeze his arm tighter. I feel my airway slowly shrink the tighter he grips onto me.

My eyes shoot open and I watch as the others are facing the same struggle. These men were dressed in black protective gear. How did they get in the school looking like that?

My shouts are completely muffled by the damp cloth and the more I breathe out, the hazier my vision gets. It doesn't take long until I am too weak to fight against the stranger's grasp. I drop my arms from his face, letting them loosely hang at my sides.

My knees buckle and I completely lose support of my own weight, falling to the ground. The man holding me captive is quick to scoop me up into his arms before I could topple to the floor.

My head limply hangs back like that of a ragdoll's. I stare up at the blurry ceiling lights of the classroom, my mind struggling to keep up with what's actively going on.

I feel a large hand sweep over my eyelids, manually closing them and disabling me from seeing anything else but complete darkness.