His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 198: Oooh Shit

Chapter 198- Oooh Shit!!

TYLER’S POV

Logan’s little sister—the one I didn’t even know existed until today—has finally been put to bed.

She looked peaceful. She was finally promised that she wouldn’t be going back to her mother

At first, I couldn’t even rember it. I was so shocked by everything I saw today, my brain was all over the place. Was it Rickey or Regina or...? No. Rachel. That’s her na.

The na of a woman who doesn’t even deserve to be called a mother.

I can’t stop thinking about her. I honestly can’t understand how soone can carry a child in their womb, give birth to her, look into her eyes every single day—and still treat her like garbage.

When Rachel wickedly wished Logan dead, I thought she only hated him. I thought her bitterness was only toward him for reasons I didn’t yet know.

But now I know better.

She hated that little girl too.

And I don’t know why.

Benita... She’s just a child. A scared, skinny, girl who flinches every ti soone raises their voice.

That woman was receiving money. A lot of it. Monthly child support from Logan’s dad. And still... still Benita looked like no one had ever bought her a new shirt in years. She looked like she hadn’t eaten properly in weeks. It didn’t even look like she had seen joy in a long ti.

What the hell was Rachel doing with all that money?

From the look of her, it wasn’t going to her either. Rachel herself looked like soone who was suffering. She wore a tired face and cheap clothes and had the kind of rough skin that stress and hardship carved deep into a person.

So... where was the money going?

She was probably giving it to so man. So useless guy who didn’t even care about her.

That must be it.

Maybe the money dried up. Maybe the guy got tired of her. Maybe that’s why she suddenly showed up again, trying to sneak her way into getting more.

I’m glad I didn’t leave.

When I offered to go earlier and Logan told to stay, I didn’t know why. But now I do. If I had walked out, I would’ve missed all of this. I wouldn’t have seen this side of Logan’s life, this part of his world that he never talked about.

I used to think my family was the only one with dark corners.

Secrets.

Wounds that no one talked about.

But being here made realize—every family has sothing. Everyone has a side they hide. A past they avoid. Pain they’ve buried.

The difference is just that so people know how to hide it better than others. So people wear the mask so well, you’d never guess anything was broken underneath. You’d never guess anything was wrong until you get close enough to see the cracks.

Logan’s family has cracks.

Deep ones.

And Rachel... she’s a walking earthquake.

She didn’t just cheat on Logan’s dad. She didn’t just leave. She starved her own daughter. She abused her. She stole from her. All while pretending to be the victim.

The more I think about it, the angrier I feel.

Fourteen?

There’s no way I would’ve guessed that. She looks like she’s ten. Maybe even younger.

Not because of bad genes—no. You can tell she has good genes. She’s a pretty girl with naturally smooth skin. But her small body, her bony arms, the way her eyes sit too deep in her face—it all tells the sa story.

She’s been hungry.

It’s sad.

But also? It’s not my place to judge. I’m no saint either.

My family has its own chaos.

So who am I to point fingers?

Still, deep down, I can’t help but be thankful that Benita is finally out of that hell.

Because no child deserves to suffer like that.

My mind was drifting.

I didn’t even know what I was thinking about. It was like a hundred thoughts running at the sa ti, none of them clear. Just flashes of random things—so real, so imagined, so not even connected to anything.

It was one of those weird monts when your body is still, but your brain is moving faster than it should.

I was so lost in my head, I didn’t hear anything.

Until I felt a gentle tap on my cheek that I snapped out of it.

It wasn’t painful. Just enough to jolt back to earth.

I blinked, eyes clearing, and looked up.

Logan.

He was standing right in front of , smiling softly

"You’ve been sitting like that for over two minutes," he said.

I smiled back at him. "Sorry," I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "I didn’t even know."

Did I ntion sothing? Oh yeah—Logan finally agreed to stay.

Honestly, I was surprised.

She stopped him.

Benita.

She held his hand and asked him not to go. Said she would be bored. Said she wanted him to stay. Her voice was soft, but I swear it carried more weight than anything else in that mont.

Logan looked at her for a long ti—like he was trying to be strong, but the mont cracked him open. He sighed, dropped his bag, and nodded. That was it.

He stayed.

And sohow, I was relieved.

Now, he was moving around the room again, folding sothing—maybe clothes or just doing sothing with his hands to stay distracted.

"I’m really sorry," I said again. "I was thinking about so many things I didn’t even hear you."

He waved off imdiately. "No, no, Tyler. Don’t be sorry. There’s no reason to be sorry. Seriously."

I didn’t say anything after that. I just sat on his bed and watched him arrange whatever it was he was arranging. My thoughts tried to sneak in again, but I kept them at bay this ti.

Then Logan cleared his throat.

And with a casual voice, he asked, "So... what were you thinking about?"

Boom.

I froze.

Excuse ? I told you I was thinking, I didn’t say you should ask what I was thinking about.

That’s personal. Private.

Why do people always do that? You say "I was thinking," and they imdiately want to know what’s in your head. Sotis, thoughts are just for yourself. Sotis, they’re ssy and complicated and not ant to be shared.

Now I was stuck.

I wasn’t about to tell him the truth. That I was thinking about his family. About how ssed up things seed.

I an, what kind of person says that to soone?

"Hey Logan, I was just thinking about how your family is lowkey falling apart and how I can’t wrap my head around the chaos."

Yeah. That’s not happening.

So I did the next best thing.

I lied.

"Umm..." I started, swallowing a lump in my throat. "I was just thinking about my mom. About how I was going to apologize to her. About how I shouldn’t have left ho like that. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her. I just... I didn’t know things would get so bad. I was trying to figure out how to say sorry."

Logan stopped what he was doing.

He looked at .

He then walked over to , his eyes still locked on mine.

He ca closer and gently touched my cheek. It was a soft, careful touch.

"You don’t have to think too much about it," he said quietly.

His eyes looked steady, full of trust. "I trust you, Tyler. I always knew you would handle it right. Once you get there, you’re going to make your mom feel loved. I know your mom—she loves you a lot. And I’m sure, as soon as you apologize, she’ll forgive you."

For so long, I was scared she wouldn’t forgive . I kept picturing her angry, hurt, maybe even shutting out forever.

But Logan’s voice was calm, sure. "So, brace yourself, okay? Don’t get sad or scared that she won’t forgive you. I’m sure she will."

He kept his hand on my cheek, and I took a deep breath, relief flooding through .

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe there was still a chance to fix things.

After Rachel left, Logan and I went out to buy so things for Benita.

Good clothes—sothing soft and comfortable for her.

Creams for her skin, sothing to help her feel cared for.

Food that was gentle but filling.

And multivitamins, to help her get back her strength.

We spent almost the whole day outside, picking out things carefully for her. By the ti we got ho, it was late. I was tired—more tired than I expected.

Logan looked at with that calm, steady expression and said, "Now lie down and go to sleep."

He kissed my forehead gently.

I nodded and gave him a soft smile.

But honestly, sothing about the mont was weirding out.

Why were we suddenly acting like lovers?

Was it weird? Yeah.

Did I kind of like it? Yeah, I did.

But it felt too fast—like we were rushing into sothing we didn’t fully understand yet.

And now that Logan’s dad knew about him, and since Logan’s dad and my dad were very close...

That ant my dad would find out soon.

And my mom, too.

What would they think?

How would they react?

I had no clue.

I didn’t even know what I would say if they asked .

Suddenly, my thoughts were cut short by a ringing phone.

I jerked my head up, thinking it was mine.

Then I rembered—my phone got damaged by the rain earlier.

It wasn’t mine ringing.

It was Logan’s.

He picked it up and handed it over to .

I looked at him confused.

"Who is it?" I asked.

Logan’s voice was calm but serious. "It’s your dad. He wants to speak to you."

I froze.

"Ooh, fuck," I muttered under my breath. "Please don’t tell it’s what I’m thinking..."