Closer: Tyler, The Creator

31. Threesome

It had been a full blown week.

No texts, no calls, nothing from Tyler.

I got back from class.

I've been feeling out of place all week—like numb. Like I was just going through a robotic routine, I felt like nothing mattered.

Days went by, no sign of him.

I've been keeping a low profile, changing masks whenever I talked to my mom or Frank. To them, Tyler and I's relationship was still picture perfect. They knew nothing.

My mom dug through the mail that I picked up on my way inside.

"Tell Tyler I said thank you," she put them to the side.

"For what?"

"The bills. He's still paying them."

I sighed, sinking into the chair feeling even worse.

I moved past her as I made my way upstairs. I felt my eyes begin to swell. I turned on the shower to the highest setting, locking my bedroom door as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Fuck, I was so fucking angry at myself for letting everything go bad.

I threw my phone across the room; hitting the lamp as it shattered on the wood floor. Fuck.

I just wanted to see him again, so bad.

...

I shifted in the bed; I couldn't fucking sleep. I haven't slept, if anything I was becoming an insomniac.

I checked the time—1 a.m.

Fuck.

I put on an oversized hoodie as I grabbed the keys to the car.

I wanted to see where Tyler was—what he was doing.

I quietly made my way down, closing the door behind me as I started the car.

I put my hood on as I drove to his mansion, praying he'd be there. I just wanted to speak to him, I wanted something.

I parked in the driveway, his car outside.

I opened the door with the key and walked in quietly. Looking around—everything was still the way it was since I left. I avoided the glass on the ground and walked upstairs.

The noises that came through the room made my brows furrow.

I peeked through the half shut door.

He was fucking two girls.

One sucked him off as he grabbed the other and kissed her, hard.

I moved back as he grabbed the other girl and restrained her on the bed, holding her waist. He grunted as he fucked her harder.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

His sweat lingered on his chest as the dim lights accentuated it.

His eyes met mine, he caught me. His stare didn't change, there was no emotion in them. He kept his glare as he slowed down; pulling in and out, slower.

The other girl touched on his chest as she kissed him passionately. His eyes stayed on me, watching my every move. It was as if he wanted me to feel his pain; what it felt like on purpose.

I wasn't angry. I got the message.

I turned to leave; it was over.