The Day After

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That morning, you woke up and faced Tyler. "What the fuck did I do, if anything?" you thought to yourself. You quickly got up and started putting on your shoes, not giving a fuck about Tyler waking up.

"What's going on, y/n?"

"I'm going home."

"What? Why?"

"Because. I shouldn't have been here, sleeping.... On you"

You shake your head out of confusion as if you don't recall what happened. You prepare to walk out the door, but stop to face a sad Tyler. You push it aside and do what you needed.

"What happened last night"

"Nothing, I swear. We started wrestling and took a break, when you fell asleep on me"

You walk out. No looking back.

*Time skip brought to you by Tyler's yellow hoodie*

You finally make your way back home a dart to your room, ignoring your mother's questions. You flop on the bed and turn on some Nirvana, then curl into a ball and hide your face. Your face feels really warm. You touch it and feel tears.

"What? No, why?! Not now, stop!"

You hear footsteps. "Shit". There's a knock on the door. You wipe your face. Your mom walks in.

"Sweetie, I heard you yelling. What's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

You fake a smile.

"Are you lying?"

You nod your head and let loose. Here come the water works. Your mom rushes over to you to comfort you.

"It's ok, baby. What's wrong?"

"I left him there, alone. He looked so sad, I was so mean. I'm a terrible human being. I hate myself."

"That's it?"

"No. Mom, I falling for him, I think. But I can't go through that again, I just can't, I'm still recovering. Momma, I-"

She cuts you off and shushes you. She tells you everything will be ok and all that junk. She offers to call your therapist, Dr. Wentz, which you gladly agree. You needed help.....again.

Really hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

Word Count: 331

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