The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart ✔️

Chapter Forty Two - Past

Past 

Victoria 

My body hurt from falling but I still managed to get up and take off my blindfold. I was stuck in the janitor's closet and my bag pack was missing along with my phone.

That vindictive bitch!

My only fault was that I was on the receiving end of Tyler's affections and she'd decided to punish me for that. Did she even realize that she could get into trouble for doing this? If I complained to the principal (which you bet I would as soon as I got out of here), she could get expelled. Locking me in here was another form of bullying.

I knocked on the door. "Hello, is anyone there? Please help me!"

I placed my ear on the door but there was no sound, "Helloooooo." I tried again.

It was no use because I didn't think anyone would check in the school again when most of the students and teachers had obviously locked and left the premises. I tried to pull at the knob again, it rattled but didn't give in.

I waited and listened to the slightest sounds that drifted from outside and spent a lot of time that seemed like hours. I realized that I could be stuck here until morning until the janitor decided to open the closet to retrieve the cleaning materials.

Archer would be confused as hell and would think I'd run off trying to find Tyler. I'm sure he would come to that conclusion. I just hoped he didn't do that because soon I was about to lose my shit and when that happened, I was going to have a panic attack that would lead to me needing my inhaler.

I could pass out and die.

But dying could only accomplish Harper's wish. She would probably want that, so she could have Tyler for herself.

I found a ladder and climbed up slowly to look through the vent gaps on top of the door, and all my eyes met with was pitch black darkness. "Hellloooooo..."

I descended knowing it couldn't be helped when I heard the squeaking noises of rats and saw one moving in the corner. I backed away and hit my head against the cabinet which sprinkled dust all over the place and that triggered my coughs.

My chest tightened, and soon I was wheezing and fighting to breathe which heightened my anxiety.

Way to go Vicky!

My fate was already decided, I was going to die in a place like this without getting to talk to Archer or see my sister, or ask Tyler why he'd left.

He was a coward. Running away from difficulties was the only way he saw through this. He could have talked to me, and here I thought I was important. It was pretty clear that the reptiles meant more to him than I did, and maybe I could live with that fact if I lived through this; that is. Tyler couldn't help that he was clinically diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder. 'Selfish' was his middle name.

I tried to breathe but it proved to be difficult. I was losing supply to oxygen and it was proving to be a lot more painful than I thought. I curled into a ball on the floor and I'd almost lost all the fight within me.

I don't know when it happened but I thought I heard the sounds of someone calling out my name in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to answer them much less open my eyes. It's like I was paralyzed, tears spilling out of my eyes and mucus from my mouth.

The door burst open and I couldn't see but felt a large imposing figure loom in the doorway.

Tyler...