I'm No Good Without You (Tyler Joseph x Reader)

Chapter 13

Tyler smiled brighter than I'd ever seen him before, and he hugged me tight and rested his chin on my head. "I love you so much, I can't even put it into words." This was surprising because Tyler has always been great with words. "I'd live for you, I'd die for you, I'd even kill for you." (Do Ya SeE wHaT i DiD tHeRe?) Tyler kissed me, but our little moment was ruined by my phone ringing. I rolled my eyes and answered it.

"Hello?" I said to the moment-ruiner.

"Y/n!" It was Rayna, "where the hell are you? Mom is freaking out!"

Of course she is. The one time I don't tell her where I am is the one time she actually gives a shit. "I'm at Tyler's. I'll be over in a minute." Just as I went to hang up, she shouted "Wait!"

"Bring him. Make sure he's dressed appropriately." I didn't know if she meant it or was joking about how sometimes, Tyler just takes his shirt off because, well, he can.

"The hell do you mean 'appropriately'?"

"You dipshit, you forgot, didn't you? The funeral for the twins is in two hours!" She was right. I did forget.

"Oh, right! We'll be right over!" I pressed the "end call" button on my phone and turned to Tyler. "Do you-um-want to go to the funeral?" I wanted to ask him because I wanted to have him with me.

"Yea, I didn't know them very well, but I will certainly be there for you." He stood up and looked for funeral-type clothes in his dresser and closet. While he did this I hurriedly gathered all of my crap that was strewn around his room. Since we were in such a rush, Tyler just got changed while I was picking up my things. We rushed downstairs and out the front door on the way to my house. I pushed the door open and was greeted by my raging mother.

"Where the hell have you been? We are going to be late!"

"It's like 20 minutes away and we have 2 hours. Chill." I did my best to remain calm despite her anger.

"That's not important. What is is that you decided to just hang out at your boyfriend's house, probably kissing on him, being the little hoe you are, rather than being here to go to your brothers' funeral! I can't believe you are so heartless!" Rayna stepped up and tried to subdue her rage.

"Mom, I would say that is too far. I understand she should have checked in, but that is no excuse to call her a-" My mom turned and slapped Rayna as hard as she could.

"You keep your mouth out of it! She learned her ways from you! Maybe I should just make you go back to New York for your 'art school.' Oh, that's right, you're a useless dropout!"

"I don't know whAT THE FUCK your problem is, but you need to calm down! Today is supposed to be a day to mourn but here you are, making an ass of yourself! Maybe, if you hadn't already downed a bottle of wine by 10 a.m. you would be more rational." Rayna lost all calmness when my mom hit her. She can take a lot of crap-talk, but once she gets hit she loses it.

My father finally stepped in from his office, "Julia! Go get in the car! I will not just let you scream at our kids like that! Especially on the day of our sons' funeral, what has gotten into you?" This was the most aware he had been since the, what should I call it, incident. The whole time he just blocked out everything and threw himself into his work.

"Nothing has gotten into me! Besides, if it weren't for her," she gestured at me, "we wouldn't have to bury our boys today!" This was when she went from angry, to more uncontrollable sadness. She sat on the floor and started crying.

"WHAT?!" I couldn't hold it in anymore. "How is this even remotely my fucking fault? Explain your sick, twisted logic to me."

She looked up at me, "if you hadn't gotten yourself grabbed by Gene, they wouldn't have been shot! Why did you have to ruin it? I should've stopped having kids after Axel and Aaron!" Now, most people in this situation would be hurt by their mother saying these things. But in the time since the twins died, she had become such an evil bitch that I didn't care that she blamed her own daughter, I was simply infuriated that she thought this was anyone's fault but the man who shot them.