Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
"I didn't want this to happen" he says and I cross my arms, tapping my arm and raising my eyebrows.
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"Please lose the attitude, Tyson" mom cries.
I turn to her and my eyes widen. "Fuck... I'm sorry mom" I walk to her and immediately hug her. She cries in my chest and everyone looks down. "We're gonna find him, I promise"
"We will" Matt rubs moms back.
I clench my jaw and close my eyes.
**
"Has anyone seen Athena?" I ask.
"Nope" the guys say.
"Huh" I pull out my phone and begin texting her. 'Yo, where are you?'
Now we wait.
"I gotta head out, I have wrestling" Tyler grabs his keys.
"Peace man" Gabe, Matt, and I saw before Tyler walks out.
I look at my phone.
Why won't she reply?
I haven't heard from her in two days...
I fucked up...
I told her I couldn't visit her at the hospital and I left.
I got drunk.
Fuck, I fucked up.
"I hope she's okay" Matt says.
I clench my jaw and nod. "Yea... me too"
"Same..." Gabe frowns.
Ten minutes later, I get a call from Tyler.
I answer it and- "TYSON! ATHENAS ON THE GROUND!"
My eyes widen. "WHAT?!"
"IM CALLED THE AMBULANCE! SHE HAS PILLS ALL ON THE COUNTER AND A RAZOR" he shouts.
"IM ON MY WAY!!" I grab my keys and hang up, running to my Lamborghini.