His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 187: I Do Not Need Your Support

Chapter 186- I do not need your support

Tyler’s POV

I knew it.

The mont Logan took that deep breath, I knew what was coming.

He snapped.

"I did!" Logan shouted at his dad, his voice cracking with emotion. "Yes! I dated Lucas!"

My heart jumped at his confession, not because I didn’t know, but because I never thought he’d say it out loud—not like this, not here.

"I dated Lucas because I loved him," Logan yelled, eyes blazing. "Because I fell in love with him! I didn’t fake it. It wasn’t so phase. I loved him for real!"

His dad stood still, watching him, but Logan kept going. He was shaking now—his chest rising and falling fast. Everything he’d held back for so long was finally coming out, and there was no stopping it.

"I couldn’t tell you!" Logan scread. "Because I knew you’d never accept it! I’ve always known you wouldn’t. You made it clear!"

His voice echoed across the room.

"You think I wanted to lie to you? Hide a part of myself just so I could stay under this roof? You made it impossible for to be honest!"

His father raised a hand, like he was trying to calm the storm. "Logan, don’t think that way. I would’ve accepted you no matter what—"

Logan suddenly burst into laughter.

Not the happy kind.

The bitter, mocking kind.

"Really?" Logan laughed again. "You’d accept ? Are you hearing yourself?"

His father looked confused.

"Did you forget?" Logan asked, his voice now lower but sharp. "You disciplined for over an hour just because I hugged a boy."

I froze.

Everything in the room went still.

Logan stepped forward, his voice turning colder, more serious.

"Yeah. You rember that, right?" he said. "I was just a kid. Maybe eleven. He was my friend. We hugged—just a hug. And you lost your mind."

His dad’s mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to deny it.

"You told I wasn’t supposed to touch boys like that. That it wasn’t right. You told only girls deserved affection from boys," Logan continued. "And then you beat it out of ."

"No," his dad said quickly, shaking his head. "That’s not true. Logan, don’t lie on like that. I would never beat my son for sothing that small—"

Logan laughed again, but this ti there were tears in his eyes.

"You forgot," he said, voice cracking. "Of course, you forgot. You weren’t the one who got beaten. You weren’t the one crying, scared, confused, asking what you did wrong."

His eyes locked on his father. "But I’ll never forget. You know why?"

He didn’t wait for an answer.

"Because that was the first day you ever laid a hand on ."

His dad’s face was changing now—his eyes slightly wider, his expression tight. Like sothing was finally clicking in his brain.

Logan saw it too.

"You rember now, don’t you?" he asked. "That’s why you’re quiet."

His father didn’t say a word.

"You were so quick to judge . So quick to ask why I didn’t just tell you the truth," Logan said to him.

His dad let out a breath and said quietly, "That was then, Logan. All of that... it’s in the past now. You have to let it go."

"Maybe it’s in your past," Logan said, voice low and sharp. "But for ? It’s not. It’s not sothing I can just forget. It’s not just a mory—it’s a scar."

He looked his dad dead in the eyes. "It’s stuck to . And it always will be."

I shifted uncomfortably where I stood. The air between them felt too personal. I didn’t think I should be there anymore. This wasn’t about —this was between a father and his son.

So, I cleared my throat lightly and stepped back.

"I... I’ll be in the room," I said softly. "Sleeping. I hope you both can fix this. It’s a family thing, and I don’t want to intrude."

I turned to leave, hoping to give them space.

But before I could take another step—

"Do not move an inch! You’re not going anywhere until we’re done!"

Both of them—Logan and his dad—shouted at the sa ti, their voices loud and in sync like they’d rehearsed it.

I froze and slowly turned back around. My hands were up like I was surrendering.

"Okay, okay... I’m sorry," I said quickly. "I just thought... I thought I should respect your privacy."

I bowed my head a little, out of respect, but neither of them answered . They were already back to staring each other down.

Logan’s father took a step closer, putting a hand over his own chest.

"I’m so sorry, Logan," he said. "I an it. If I ever hurt you when you were younger, I swear, it wasn’t intentional. I would never, ever hurt my own son."

Logan’s eyes didn’t soften. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t smile.

"But you did hurt ," he said quietly.

That stopped everything.

Logan’s dad opened his mouth, but nothing ca out. No words. No defense. No excuse. Just silence.

Then he tried again.

"Dear son," he said. "You should know that... that I never hated you. I wanted the best for you."

Logan’s face twisted with disbelief.

"I didn’t argue back then," his dad continued. "I didn’t fight you about it because I was trying to respect your choices. I just... I just wished you had carried along. Let in. That’s all I ever wanted."

He stepped closer again, like closing the space between them would fix everything.

"But I swear to you, Logan... I would never do anything to hurt you."

Logan let out a sharp scoff.

"Oh, right. You’d never hurt ," he said, bitterly. "But you did. Over and over. You hurt three tis—three tis that I’ll never forget. And all for the sa exact reason."

His voice cracked now, but he kept speaking.

"You really think I could control how I feel?" he asked. "You made hate myself. You made feel like sothing was wrong with . Like I had to hide everything I was... just to stay safe in my own ho."

He stepped back, shaking his head, his voice softer now, but sohow more painful.

"And now you’re standing there... telling you didn’t know you were hurting ?"

"I’m so so sorry, Logan. Please find a place in your heart to forgive ." His father pleaded but he didn’t even answer his pleads.

"Let’s skip all that," Logan said suddenly, voice hard. "How long did you know about and Lucas? When did you find out we were in a relationship?"

His dad blinked, caught off guard. "Uhm... uhm..." he stamred, clearly scrambling for words.

"I found out... just last week," he finally said.

I watched Logan’s eyes darken. His jaw clenched, and for a second, it looked like the air in the room dropped in temperature.

"I knew it," Logan said, voice low and bitter. "I freaking knew it."

He let out a humorless laugh and shook his head like he was tired.

"You just found out last week that I dated Lucas? Seriously?" he repeated. "We broke up over a year ago. And you’re just finding out now?"

Logan turned away for a second, like he couldn’t even look at his father. Then he turned back with eyes that looked colder than before.

"I bet I know who told you. It was him, wasn’t it?" he asked. "He’s the one who told you."

His father didn’t answer.

Logan scoffed. "Imagine that. You had no idea your own son was in a relationship... with a guy. And when you finally did find out, it wasn’t because I told you. It was because he did. Soone else had to tell you about your own son."

His voice was shaking now, but he didn’t stop.

"Did he tell you how he used to treat ?" Logan asked sharply. "Did he tell you he abused ? Not just emotionally—but ntally and physically too?"

His father’s eyes widened in shock. "What?" he said quietly.

"Yeah," Logan said. "He blackmailed . He gaslit . He made feel like I was the problem every single ti."

There was a pause.

"I didn’t know any of that," his dad whispered. "Logan, I’m so sorry—"

"Don’t," Logan cut him off imdiately. "Don’t give one of those fake apologies. It doesn’t change anything."

I felt like I was holding my breath. I didn’t know where to stand, where to look, or what to say.

"You never wanted with a guy," Logan continued. "Let’s not pretend. This whole act you’re doing now—it’s just because he told you. Not because you suddenly had a change of heart."

His dad tried to speak again, but Logan didn’t let him.

"And don’t act like so Good Samaritan now, pretending you support . You never have. Not really."

Then his eyes flicked to .

"You want to know what’s going on in my sex life so badly?" Logan asked, voice rising. "Fine. You should know."

He turned back to his dad, raising his chin.

"Yes, I dated Lucas," he said.

My heart was already pounding.

"And yes," he continued, "I had sothing intimate with Tyler."

I froze.

I literally couldn’t breathe. My brain went blank. My mouth opened, but no words ca out.

And just like that—I was dragged into it.

"And I don’t need your fake support," Logan went on. "I always knew whatever support you claid to have for —it was never real. It was never from your heart."

Then his dad finally spoke, voice low and shaky.

"And who told you... that I wouldn’t support you?"