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 to say sothing. You kept pushing, insisting, and now I've said sothing." 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 you're joking?"

I frowned. "Why do you suddenly feel like laughing? Weren't you the one who wanted to say sothing? Now I've said sothing, 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 ant when I said you should say sothing." She wiped at her eyes, still giggling.

"Then what do you want 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 ."

She sighed dramatically, still smiling. "I just need you to say sothing that will make 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 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 ." I pried her hand off the door and slamd it shut.

If she really wanted soone 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 imdiately pulled off my school clothes. I needed a shower. After today, I deserved a long, warm soak.

The mont 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 ant 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 .

That man had been in my room.

What if they... did sothing 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 sothing actually happened here?

The idea made physically cringe. Without thinking, I leaned down, pressing my nose to the sheets, trying to catch any foul sll 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 ?

The only scent I could pick up was my own—my cologne mixed with the faint trace of soap from my shower. No weird slls, 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, soone had posted about it.

But as I scrolled, my brows furrowed. Nothing.

Not a single ntion 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 ssing with —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 sothing? Even if Naomi's words had hurt them, it was still content. People would have eaten it up, watched it, comnted, 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 sa video of Naomi giving them the word of their lives, posted by soone else.

And it had hundreds of thousands of views.

Of course.

I knew it. The mont 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 so random person was raking in views and engagent, while those so-called "exclusive" blogs had lost their chance.

Not my problem.

I yawned, tossing my phone aside. I had co to bed to sleep, not waste ti 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 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 blad Mom. Shouldn't she be doing her job and telling whoever this was to co 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 sa girl who swore up and down that she would never talk to again?

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