His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 112: The Guilt Trip I Didn’t Sign Up For

Chapter 112- The Guilt Trip I Didn't Sign Up For

Tyler's POV

"What?" Mom's voice shot up in disbelief.

"It's not 'what,' Mom. You wanted me to say something. You kept pushing, insisting, and now I've said something." I crossed my arms, giving her a tired look. "You're grounded for a month. No going out, no visitors, no talking to anyone. Just stay in your room and reflect."

Her lips parted slightly before she scoffed, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold in her laughter. "Tyler, tell me you're joking?"

I frowned. "Why do you suddenly feel like laughing? Weren't you the one who wanted me to say something? Now I've said something, and you think it's funny?"

That did it. She burst into full-blown laughter, clutching her stomach as if I had just cracked the funniest joke in the world.

"Tyler, this isn't what I meant when I said you should say something." She wiped at her eyes, still giggling.

"Then what do you want me to say?" I arched a brow. "Better yet, why don't you just say it yourself and I'll repeat after you? That way, you'll finally be satisfied and hear exactly what you wanted from me."

She sighed dramatically, still smiling. "I just need you to say something that will make me feel guilty, that's all."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Mom, I have absolutely nothing to say to you at this point. And if you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it if you let me rest. If you want my opinion on you and your new... whatever he is, then tell him to wait because I am not in the mood for this conversation right now. For now, excuse me." I pried her hand off the door and slammed it shut.

If she really wanted someone to criticize her, she could talk to an AI. She could even give it specific instructions on what to say to make her feel guilty because I, for one, did not have the energy for this.

I let out a sigh of relief and immediately pulled off my school clothes. I needed a shower. After today, I deserved a long, warm soak.

The moment I stepped under the shower, the cold water ran down my body, washing away the stress of the day. This—this was exactly what I needed. Unlike my guilt-ridden mother, the water didn't nag or ask for a reaction. It just existed, doing what it was meant to do.

I stayed under the stream for what felt like eternity before finally stepping out, dripping wet. I grabbed a towel, drying myself off, but I didn't even bother putting on any clothes before turning on the AC and flopping onto the bed.

That's when it hit me.

That man had been in my room.

What if they... did something here? In my bed?

Disgust crawled up my spine as I sat up, looking around. Of all the places in the house, why the hell did he hide in here? If he wanted to be discreet, Mom's room was literally right there. No one would have suspected a thing.

But my room?

I clenched my jaw. No, that was weird. That was suspicious.

A horrible thought entered my mind. What if something actually happened here?

The idea made me physically cringe. Without thinking, I leaned down, pressing my nose to the sheets, trying to catch any foul smell that would confirm my fears.

I sniffed once. Nothing.

Twice. Still nothing.

I sat back up, shaking my head.

God, what the hell is wrong with me?

The only scent I could pick up was my own—my cologne mixed with the faint trace of soap from my shower. No weird smells, no reason to panic.

Good.

I flopped onto my bed, grabbing my phone to scroll through the internet for a bit before sleeping. My fingers instinctively tapped on one of the gossip blogs.

Naomi had made a whole scene earlier. Surely, someone had posted about it.

But as I scrolled, my brows furrowed. Nothing.

Not a single mention of what happened.

I went further down, searching, and almost burst into laughter when I realized even Naomi's dramatic video—the one where she swore she would ruin anyone who tried messing with me—was gone.

Deleted.

So they were actually scared of Naomi.

Wow. Serves them right.

That should teach them to keep their mouths shut and mind their own business.

But then again... shouldn't these blogs have posted something? Even if Naomi's words had hurt them, it was still content. People would have eaten it up, watched it, commented, spread it like wildfire. It would've made them money.

Yet, nothing.

Idiots.

Shaking my head, I exited the blog page and casually scrolled through my feed—only to find the very same video of Naomi giving them the word of their lives, posted by someone else.

And it had hundreds of thousands of views.

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Of course.

I knew it. The moment she opened her mouth back at school, I knew people would want to watch it again. They wanted the full drama, the replay, the slow-motion analysis.

Now some random person was raking in views and engagement, while those so-called "exclusive" blogs had lost their chance.

Not my problem.

I yawned, tossing my phone aside. I had come to bed to sleep, not waste time on useless internet drama. The world could wait.

I shut my eyes and waited for sleep to take over.

And finally—it did.

...

Or at least, I thought it did.

Because it felt like I had barely closed my eyes when—BANG. BANG. BANG.

A knock.

I groaned, barely restraining my frustration. Who the hell—?

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay still. Maybe if I ignored it, they'd go away.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Apparently not.

My fists clenched under the covers. I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that murder was illegal, I would have thrown this person off the nearest balcony.

Who the fuck knocks like that?

It wasn't Mom—I knew that much. She knew better than to wake me up, especially after today.

And it definitely hadn't been long since I dozed off. Maybe a minute or two, tops.

I wasn't going to open the door.

Nope.

If they were desperate enough, they'd eventually get tired and leave.

But they weren't stopping.

And honestly, I blamed Mom. Shouldn't she be doing her job and telling whoever this was to come back later because I was sleeping?

Instead, she was letting them harass my door like this was a police raid.

I already had a sinking feeling I knew who it was.

And I really wished I was wrong.

"Open up, Tyler!" Naomi's voice rang from the other side, still knocking. "I'm here for the extra lessons I told you about in school!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, exhaling through my nose.

Wasn't this the same girl who swore up and down that she would never talk to me again?

Naomi knocked again, and then, in a teasing voice, added, "You owe me this for getting me angry in school, so you have to pay up. It's a debt."