It's my secret (a Ross Lynch/R5 fanfic)

Chapter 69

TYLER'S POV

I walked into her house for the first time after so many weeks. I knew she would be in her dressing room changing right now. I walked up the stairs silently, hopefully she wouldn't dwell too much on the fact I'd been avoiding her for the past few weeks. I went in without knocking, I saw her suddenly pull away from him and she grabbed a shirt to hide her bare chest. I saw the two of them go red and I knew my face was somewhat similar. She pulled a shirt over her head and I realised it was his. I slowly took a few steps back unable to speak and closed the door. I ran down the stairs and ran unsure of where I would be go next.

NEVAEH'S POV

What was he doing here? Why were his eyes so red? Why was he wearing a long sleeve shirt when it was this hot?

"What was that?" Kian asked me confused.

"I don't know" I sighed. "It's like he's been avoiding me, he's my best friend, I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I should go talk to him" I said mainly talking to myself.

"Can you go later?" He asked placing his lips on mine once again. I lifted my arms up and he pulled the shirt off my head and we continued from where we had left off. Instead of pulling his hair he a ribbon and tied my hands and put them above my head. He kissed me again, teasing me as our tongues played.

ANJA'S (TYLER'S ADOPTIVE MOTHER) POV

I put my key down and saw the living room clean as I had left it. I was worried about the two of them. My daughters both, but mostly Nevaeh, and Tyler who had recently been locking himself in the bathroom or having breakdowns all the time. I was so upset he was going through so much emotional stress, I'd read about teenage boys and how hard it is too get them to open up to you. I went up to his room and saw his door wide open. It was unusually clean for his room. It looked messy to me but it wasn't as messy as it should be. Being a mother, it should be weird, but I didn't want to be the strict boring type of mothers.

I checked the other rooms in the house and saw he wasn't at home. I was just glad he hadn't done anything that could harm himself. I wasn't sure if he was in depression, but I knew it was something similar. I sat on his bed where his duvet key on the floor and his pillow seemed funny. I looked out the window and saw the Lynch's corridor.

My daughter walked out with her boyfriend and I smiled slightly as she connected her lips to his before they held hands and walked out of sight. I looked into the other window that showed the grand room Tyler had told me about after they had renovated their house. I hadn't been in it yet. I saw 3 curtains closed and only a few bits of rubbish here and there. The projector was playing some type of action movie and I watched as the blood came out of his forehead slowly. I sighed to myself and closed the window.

I went to the kitchen to get started on dinner and knew my son would be home for dinner. I noticed a few letters in my name. One was from the government (I honestly don't know what you guys call this) and I frowned as I neatly opened it by sliding my finger across.

I read over it about 5 times before I realised what it said. I had to give Tyler back to the centre or quit my job. I wasn't there enough for him. I couldn't leave my job, but I couldn't give him back either, he was already upset enough. I decided to send an email to them. I asked them if I could take smaller shifts and if I could get a nanny or someone for him. I was so confused. In my life, I'd let a lot of people down in my life, I'd made my daughters hate their innocent father, put them up for adoption, changed my identity, moved to another country, adopted a boy and left him all alone.

I was such a bad person. Such a bad person. I felt my throat making it harder to breathe as I tried taking deeps breath to stop my tears. I got up and paced around the kitchen cooking my favourite cuisine, Indian. I started chopping vegetables and Tyler came home just as I put them into the pan. He went upstairs to his room and got changed. He came down in some jeans but no shirt, I didn't mind since it was just the two of us.