No Troye, I Love You

14

*dedicated to Jill cause I luff you so much*

Tyler’s P.O.V

According to the G.P.S. , I was almost there and I was practically crying now. I’d gotten the gun from the motel room and was almost at the guy’s place. I didn’t even know the guy's name. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I took a deep breath as I parked the car and got out. There was a key in the bag and I guessed it was the house’s key. I pulled it out and walked towards the address. I opened the door as silently as possible and stepped inside. My forehead was beaded with sweat and my hands were shaking. Tears were filling my eyes making it hard to see. The gun was in my hand and I walked inside and looked around. Ward had said this guy wanted to become ‘good’. I wondered what that had meant. This villa was huge. There were pictures of the guy, I recognized him from the photo Ward had sent, and his family on the walls. I tried not to look at them since they just made me want to shoot myself. He had two daughters, apparently, and a son. The son looked very young and I almost decided to leave.

No, he’ll kill your mother.

There was no one on this floor so I walked towards he stairs. When I had almost reached the top, I heard footsteps.

That must be him, I thought, and prepared myself. The dude walked towards the stairs and almost screamed.

“Who are you? Get out!” The guy shouted. I almost pulled the trigger but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I let the tears fall.

“I-”

“Get out of my house!” the guy shouted. I raised his gun. The dude took a step back.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Joseph Ward sent me to- to kill you.” I sobbed.

On the count of three.

One,

“Joseph? But I haven’t spoken to him in years. Put the gun down. You don’t have to do this, you don’t want to.”

“You’re right! I don’t want to. I HAVE TO!” I screamed out in anger.

“Tyler!” Whose voice was that? I turned around to see Troye standing at the bottom of the stairs. Had I forgotten to shut the door? Wait, had Troye followed me?

“Troye? Why are you-”

“Put the gun down Ty.” Troye sounded so calm. I lowered the gun.

“ I heard people shout and it didn’t sound good, so I came in. Tyler, Ward’s dead. He couldn’t have sent you.”

“You don’t understand! He faked his death. Now I have to kill him or-” I turned around to look at the man, but he was gone. Crap.

“Tyler, come on. Now. Before he comes back.” Troye grabbed my wrist and pulled.  Troye may have   been thin but he was strong. I obeyed and ran down. Just as we were about to reach the door, I felt an arm around my neck.

“Not so easily.” The dude hissed. Troye turned around and gasped. I couldn’t breathe. The man pulled my gun out of my hand and threw it behind himself. He placed his gun on my head and said-

“You have the nerve to come here?”

I wanted to talk but couldn’t. Troye stood frozen. Then, I didn’t know what exactly happened, but I saw a bullet go through Troye’s stomach. But the guy had kept his gun on my head. The arm left my neck and I ran towards Troye. He was lying on the ground. No. Troye couldn’t be dead. I felt a strong pair of arms pull me up and I turned around to see Ward. He saw the dude lying on the ground. I wanted to kill Ward so badly. I started to kick and punch but Ward was strong. He kicked me in the shin and I fell.

"Wow. You're strong." Ward said, apparently quite un-amused.

"What can I say, I learnt from the best." I hissed, " You were here all along, weren't you? This was all part of your plan."

“That’s right. I was here all along. I intended to let you kill him and then kill you myself but your boyfriend got in the way."

Troye was almost unconscious now. I needed to get him out of here, I needed a plan. And I had a great one (not exactly great, but still.).

Ward’s back was towards Troye and I, and before I could even think, Troye reached out, grabbed the dead dude’s gun, and shot at Ward. Thrice. Before he cried out in pain and collapsed, of course. Ward screamed and turned around, but it was too late. He was already dying. He fell to the ground and lay still. I pulled myself up. I didn’t know what to do, but then I saw Troye. I called an ambulance and could feel my vision getting blurry. The cops would be here in no time. I touched my head where it had hit the ground. It was very bloody. My leg was still hurting where Ward had kicked me. It definitely wasn’t a fracture, but it hurt. Everything around me was spinning now. I knelt down next to Troye and couldn’t help but cry. And not just the kind of crying where you silently sob, but the kind where you let go and wail loudly. Troye was dying, and it was my fault. Then, slowly, I fell to the ground and fainted too.