The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart ✔️

Chapter Fifty Six - Past

Past

Victoria

In the days that followed, we began drifting apart. I stopped going to school because it was so hard for me to sit through classes when I would feel sick all of a sudden. I was going to repeat senior year so there was no point in me going to class now when I was bound to restart in a month.

Erase and restart was easier said than done.

Besides, it physically hurt to see Tyler in the hallways between classes.

And I wasn't the same, not after everything that we'd been through.

I made myself clear to Tyler that I didn't want to be in a relationship with him anymore, I wouldn't let him impregnate me again, or marry him. The way his mind was so warped up, I knew I couldn't keep up with him or the twisted way of his thinking. I loved him, and I wanted the best for him but it wasn't my job to fix his hot and cold behavior.

Tyler needed to figure things out by himself and I couldn't go on living my life as Tyler's attachment. If I stayed with him, he'd do it all over again. There would be no room for improvement. I would end up cleaning his messes every time he screwed up and I was done being that girl. He needed a rude wake-up call.

Staying in the house and thinking about the same problems was starting to take a toll on me, so Archer suggested that I should live with our grandpa for a while and that would take my mind off things. He was blind and lived in another town. Mom visited him frequently, which was the reason Archer, Hazel, and I was home alone most of the time. Grandpa was stubborn and didn't want to come live with us because he was used to living in his house and it was easier for him to move around since he knew the steps to every room and piece of furniture by heart. A person who'd never met him couldn't guess he was blind right off the bat.

Tyler didn't even know the location of my grandpa's place and that was enough reason for me to live here for a few days, and even though I wasn't talking to him, I was aware of what was going on in his life.

Tyler drank himself to a stupor. Some nights he would call late after midnight and demand answers from me about why I'd broken up with him. Some nights he would call and resort to shrieking loudly over the phone and then begging me to come back.

It was so frequent, I ended up changing my phone number, so he would send me about fifty messages on Facebook. Then I had to block him from there.

A few days later, I got a call from Archer.

"Don't freak out," Archer warned.

"What's this about?"

Archer's tone was anxious and scared. My intuition told me something was wrong.

"Tyler..."

"What?... What happened to him?" I asked walking out of the living area and stepping into the small patio, not wanting grandpa to hear my side of the conversation.

"Tyler OD'd." Archer said in a deadly silent voice.

The ground started sinking underneath me as I felt sick in my stomach and tears began gathering in my eyes.

"Overdosed?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"Heroin. He wasn't answering my calls so I went home to check. He was..." Archer hesitated.

"I need to know." I urged him softly.

"He was lying on the floor with needles stabbed in his arm." I could hear Archer sigh on the other end, "there was puke all over the floor and he was gurgling, when I called for an ambulance, he asked me if you would come to see him now."