His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 216: Serves You Right

Chapter 216- Serves You Right

TYLER’S POV

I woke up with that annoying alarm screaming into my ears like it had a personal problem with .

My eyes snapped open, and for a second, I just laid there, staring at the ceiling like it betrayed too.

Who the hell set that alarm?

I asked myself, gritting my teeth. Please don’t tell it was my mom.

Ugh. Of course, it was her.

This woman must have made a full-ti job out of ruining my peace. Ever since she ca back from the hospital, it’s like she made it her mission to stay in everybody’s business—especially mine.

And don’t get wrong, I care about her. I do. But can she rest? Just once?

Declan told her not to stress herself. The doctors said the sa thing. But my mom being... well, my mom—she smiled, nodded, said she’d behave. Then the mont she got discharged, she went right back to scrubbing the floors like Cinderella on a Red Bull.

Declan had to hire two house helps to help us but my mom specifically told them not to worry while she does their work.

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes.

I wasn’t getting up today.

Today was my bed-rotting day. School could survive one day without .

What’s the worst the teachers would do?

Send a threatening email? Suspend ? Please. I’d pay to get suspended right now. I could use the break.

"Sue then," I muttered under my breath and buried my face deeper into the pillow.

But that godforsaken alarm kept ringing like it was mad that I was ignoring it.

I almost grabbed it to smash it against the wall, but then I rembered... mom wasn’t going to stop talking about how careless I was.

Fine. I’ll turn it off. But once I get up, I swear, I’m going to go tell my mom never—and I an never—to set that alarm for again.

But would she listen?

Of course not.

She never does.

She’ll nod, smile, say "okay baby," and then the next morning, boom—6 AM alarm. It’s like arguing with a wall that bakes cookies.

Still half-asleep, I sat up slowly like a zombie that hadn’t eaten brains in weeks. My back hurt, my eyes were still shut, and my whole soul was begging to go back to sleep.

Just then, the door creaked open.

I didn’t even look. I already knew who it was.

And I was right.

There she was. My mom. Standing in the doorway with the most annoying smirk I had ever seen.

I blinked at her. "Mom... what the fuck?"

She smiled wider. "Good morning to you too, sunshine."

I sighed and rubbed my face. "Seriously? You’re smiling like you just won the lottery. You do know this is emotional abuse, right?"

"Stop being dramatic," she said, stepping into the room like she owned it—which she technically did.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Why? Why would you do this to ? Why not let sleep and dream about the girl that’s gonna break up with next?"

She laughed. Laughed. "That would only be a problem if you actually had a girl. But since you don’t, there’s nothing to worry about."

Wow.

Low blow.

"Thanks, Mom. I really needed the reminder that I’m single and emotionally unavailable," I muttered under my breath.

She ignored —as always—and walked over to my bed like she was about to deliver an inspirational speech.

"Now, Tyler. Stand up," she said in that classic mom-tone.

She reached out and tried to pull .

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I’m already sitting. Technically, that counts as being up."

She wasn’t impressed.

"Just let sit here," I added quickly, waving her hand away gently. "Let the sleep finish leaving my body, okay?"

"I’m not going to leave you, Tyler, until you stand up," my mom said, still pulling on my arm like I was five years old late for school.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, half-asleep, half-annoyed. "Alright, alright. I’ll stand up. But you don’t need to drag like I’m a bag of rice."

She laughed. "Oh no, Tyler. Scratch that. I am going to drag you. If I don’t force you now, you’ll bla later like you always do."

I blinked at her in disbelief. I was already irritated, and now she was trying to play the victim before anything even happened.

"Didn’t the doctor specifically tell you not to stress yourself?" I asked, dragging myself upright while pointing a lazy finger at her. "Didn’t he say you shouldn’t even be walking on your own for like... a whole month?"

She shrugged with the kind of confidence only mothers have when they’re doing the exact opposite of what they were told. "Well, the doctor’s not here, is he?" she said, then threw her hands up like she won the argunt. "Besides, I feel strong. I feel like a lioness."

She literally jumped on the spot to prove it.

I stared at her, shook my head slowly, and sighed in defeat. There was no winning with her.

Whatever.

I lay back down on the bed, hugging my pillow like it was my last hope for peace.

"No, no, no. You’re not sleeping again, Tyler," she said quickly, rushing to pull my blanket away.

"Mommmmmm," I groaned, yawning in between like a dying cat. "Please. Just leave alone. Let sleep. I barely closed my eyes last night."

She didn’t budge.

"I’m sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "But I can’t let you sleep. You specifically told to wake you up if you weren’t up by 10."

I blinked up at her, confused. "And why the hell would I say that? Why would I ever say such a thing?"

"Because you have sowhere important to be," she said casually.

"And that’s why you set the alarm too?" I asked, sitting up slightly, pointing at the still-blaring device on the table.

She gave a look. "First of all, you were the one who set the alarm. Don’t even try to bla . You told last night, ’Mom, wake if I’m not up by ten.’ You even double-checked the alarm like three tis. So please, don’t act brand new now."

I stared at her for a second, brain buffering. I didn’t rember any of that. Not a thing.

Why would I ask her to wake up? What’s more important than my sweet, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep?

She raised an eyebrow, like she was reading my mind. "Maybe because today is the day of the trip, and you didn’t want to be late?"

Everything froze.

The trip.

Shit.

My whole body tensed as I sat there blinking like an idiot. How could I forget?

"Fuuuuck," I muttered under my breath as I jumped out of bed like a fire alarm just went off in my brain. The sleep disappeared like it was never there.

I didn’t even look at her. I was already flying around the room, grabbing towel, toothbrush—anything I could find. I only had an hour left, and my house was far from school.

Behind , my mom was grinning from ear to ear, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.

"Serves you right," she said.