Murderous Love

Chapter 8

Tyler's Thoughts

I walked up to my house and slammed the door behind me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even say that to him!!" I yelled at my dad. "Well it's your fault you let that f***** stay alive. That night I killed Ryan and his wife Amelia. The kid saw me when I took off my mask. I had to make a run for it so I didn't have the chance to dispose of the bodies. He could remember my face and send me to prison for life." "Well maybe you deserve it." I managed to blurt out. "What the f*** did you just say?!" he yelled. I stood tall until he grabbed his belt and knife. I still remember as a little kid...

Flashback

I was about 12 years old whenever my mom died... I remember seeing her in the hospital with open wounds everywhere on her skin. My dad told me she was hit by a vehicle. Me being at a young age believed what he said. My mom was an influencer. She ran her own business and everything. She would take me to her work to help. Now that I think of it... Unorganizing papers wasn't much help considering she needed them organized. She never told me anything, she just watched me and laughed. I enjoyed her smile, it made me feel happy that she was happy. Her perfume was the best. Every time I pass by her perfume at the store I stop to smell it. I sometimes talk to the little perfume bottle imagining it's her. People sometimes stare but it doesn't bother me. I remember when I came out to her. I was 10 years old. I ran home that day crying. I told her how confused I was thinking I liked boys. She smiled while tears ran down her face. She kissed me on my forehead and said to me softly... "It's okay. I love you no matter what gender you decide to be with. I will continue to support you through anything baby." She laughed slightly and tears kept coming down her face. I remember hugging her and getting just a strong smell of her perfume. I didn't want her to let go. When dad came home I was excited to tell him because I thought he'd react the same way mom did. I remember running down the stairs when I heard mom screaming in pain. I quietly walked downstairs to see mom sitting on the ground covering her head. Dad was standing over her with a belt in his hands. I watched as he hit her again... When I ran over and blocked her from him. "Move you little son of a b****" He furiously yelled and a strong smell of liquor hit me in the face. He managed to back me up in a corner. All I remembered was him raising his hand that held the belt and then just getting this stinging pain on my back. "No son of mine is going to be gay!" he kept yelling at me with those exact words. I blacked out after a few more hits to my back. The next day I woke up and I had scars all over my body along with bruises. I was confused where the scars came from because they had been open scars not just markings. I didn't remember getting cut on anything. In fact, I didn't remember anything. I tried sitting up but my body was aching. My mom noticed I was trying to move but she ran over and told me not too. I looked at her and started crying. I told her that I didn't want to feel this pain and that I couldn't remember anything... She started tearing up and kissing my forehead. I asked her what had happened to me. Before she started talking she let out a big sigh. "Well, your father and I were talking about what you told me. He came home from the bar so he was completely unaware of what was happening. After I told him about you he got very angry at me and took off his belt. At that point I knew what he was going to do. I tried using self defense but that didn't work out... He hit me multiple times and then you ran over and stood in front of me. At that point I figured he'd stop... but he didn't. You got backed up into a corner and that's when he just kept hitting you over and over again. He hit you so hard that you blacked out... I hurriedly grabbed a towel and dumped rubbing alcohol on it. When I got back he had pulled out his knife... You were probably wondering what those scars are from and... that's where... I rushed over and put the towel over his mouth so he'd pass out and stop hurting you... I was so scared that I had lost you. There were so many cuts and bruises on your back that it hurt me. I didn't know what to do... " she finished talking and just bursted out crying. I hugged her tightly. I hated when she cried. After that things just went downhill. I got hit almost every other night. I would always hide so he wouldn't find me. But, if he couldn't find me, he'd find my mother. After everything I had less confidence. I couldn't go and help her anymore because I was afraid enough for myself. Every other night I could hear her. I rarely slept, when I did happen to sleep it would be in the place I was hiding which would usually be in the hall closet behind all the suitcases that were kept in there. I would even sometimes get in the suitcase because I didn't ever want him to find me. I was diagnosed later with claustrophobia. Along with anxiety, depression and insomnia. Whenever I went to school I never paid attention or even passed a class. All the teachers were hard on me and literally gave me no time with anything. I had given up so many times that I was ready to give up completely. I was slitting my wrists almost every night... I didn't want to die but I didn't want to live either... I wasn't tired of living, I was just tired of the life that I was currently in. I don't recall most of the 2 years after. I remember my life starting hitting me whenever I saw my mom for the last time. That was when I decided to get my life together. Started paying attention in class, I was making friends, I even made a small bond with my dad... Me and him never brought up the fact that I was bisexual. I just kept it to myself. He traumatized me whenever he beat me. We moved to Oklahoma after my dad was suddenly banned from New Jersey. I was 18 at the time and I hadn't finished highschool. I was a senior and we just had to move. I had a boyfriend at the time too. It was hard to say goodbye to him. He didn't want to do long distance so he said if I ever moved back we would be together again. I did miss him for the longest time but I started forgetting him. We stopped talking so I really couldn't keep my feelings if we didn't even communicate. My dad got me into a private school. Which I didn't really care about since it was my last year in school. A couple of months after my dad seemed to get in a pretty bad situation with these people. He told me to my face that he was about to murder this couple because they lied to him about something stupid. I panicked and was forced into this mess. He made me drive the car to the couples house so he can sneak into their backyard and break in. It took him about 25 minutes when he came running back. He was out of breath and told me to just drive. He never told me what happened. In fact, he never spoke of it again. He has made me help him kill over 13 people. 5 people in their 40s, 6 people in their 20s-30s and 2 people about 18 or 19. I've helped him all this time because I didn't want to be next. Over 5 years I've helped him... He just uses me as a getaway. Maybe next time he won't have a getaway. He'll be running from the cops next time...

End Of Flashback

It's been so long since my dad has pulled out his belt... It still haunts me. He was about to swing when the news came on about a tornado. I grabbed my dad's keys to the truck and ran outside quickly towards the truck. I was not going to let Aaron be alone through all of this.

While back inside Tyler's dad was listening to the news and saw that they said to stay off the roads. He immediately opened the door and yelled at Tyler "Hey! They said to stay off roads!!" he yelled from the top of his lungs. Ugh! Dammit Tyler! Be careful...

I quickly drove to his house when suddenly a gust of wind was bringing me off road. It was so powerful that it had knocked over a cell phone pole. I kept moving forward when another cell phone pole was being knocked down by the wind. I stepped on the gas and tried to make it but it landed right before I could drive past. It caused me to let go of the steering wheel and the truck spun out and flipped on its side down a small hill. My arm was being crushed by the backseat but I managed to get it free. The truck fell over on its left side so the only way out would be the right side up top. I quickly got out and started running. I knew Aaron's neighborhood like the back of my hand. All I needed was a few more blocks. Whenever I was running I slipped on something and twisted my ankle. I started crying. It hurt so bad. I knew I couldn't let Aaron down. I got back up again and continued running no matter how much it hurt. Every now and then there would be just one huge gust of wind blowing branches off from trees and trash from the streets into my face. I finally got to Aaron's house and quickly knocked on the door.

End