His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 52: Caught

Chapter 52 - Caught

Tyler's POV

I stared at the ceiling, my body still burning with frustration.

That bastard.

Logan really did it. He actually had the nerve to pull the sa trick I played on him. I should've known. Of course, he wasn't just going to let get away with it. He was competitive, stubborn, and—unfortunately—very good at payback.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair.

Now I know exactly how he felt when I told him I was feeling sleepy and left him hanging.

And it sucked.

I shifted uncomfortably in the bathroom, my body still aching with unsatisfied desire. I was hard as hell, and I had no idea what to do about it.

Pathetic, right?

A whole grown man, and I didn't even know how to take care of myself.

I sighed, dragging a hand over my face, as if that would sohow make everything go away. But it didn't.

I should've just stayed in bed.

Why the hell did I get up to check on Logan in the bathroom?

I heard him moaning, and my nosy ass just had to see what was going on. I should've minded my damn business, but no—I walked right in and saw him touching himself, lost in pleasure.

And that alone?

It ruined .

I couldn't look away, couldn't even think straight. It was hot—too hot. And then, Logan caught watching.

I really thought he was going to help , considering he was the reason I was in this state to begin with. But instead? He made beg only to leave suffering, just like I did to him.

I covered my face with my hands.

Not him paying wickedness for wickedness.

I groaned again and sat up, rubbing my hands down my face. I was frustrated—beyond frustrated.

I walked to the mirror in the bathroom, gripping the sink as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked a ss.

Frustrated.

Restless.

And all because Logan refused to let release.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, trying to shake off the heat still lingering under my skin.

This was ridiculous.

I needed to think about sothing else—anything else.

I took a deep breath and forced my mind away from Logan, away from what he did, away from how he made feel.

I thought about sothing that made angry.

And the first thing that ca to mind was Declan.

Imdiately, all the frustration in my body turned into pure hatred.

I clenched my jaw as the mory of my mom crying played in my head—how broken she looked when she told how Declan had been torturing her.

That man had ruined everything.

I gripped the edge of the sink, my nails digging into the cold porcelain.

If only Declan never existed.

If only he had died before I was even born.

Then maybe—just maybe—my mom and I wouldn't be in this situation.

Because of him, we had to run away.

We had to leave everything behind—my school, my friends, my entire life—just to escape his grasp.

The worst part? My mom still hadn't told where we were going.

I hated the uncertainty. The not knowing. It felt like I was blindfolded and being led into a dark room with no idea what was waiting for on the other side.

What if the new place sucked?

What if I didn't fit in at my new school?

What if I got depressed and did sothing stupid?

What if we got caught while trying to escape?

My mind spun with endless possibilities, each one worse than the last.

I exhaled shakily.

I needed to talk to my mom.

I thought about going to grab my burner phone from the nightstand, but then I rembered—Logan was still in the room.

And I didn't want him to know.

But the second I thought about him, my heart clenched.

How was Logan going to take the news?

Would he even care?

I shook my head.

We weren't close.

We had only kissed. We had only touched.

That didn't an anything... right?

But then I rembered the way Logan confessed his feelings for . The way he looked at when he said it.

Was I supposed to give him a chance?

Should I tell him I was leaving?

I hesitated.

No. No, I couldn't.

I had promised my mom that I wouldn't tell anyone.

But the idea of leaving Logan behind without saying anything—it hurt.

And that scared .

Because I didn't understand why.

I wasn't supposed to feel anything for him.

But I did.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that whatever I was feeling for Logan... it wasn't small.

It was big. Too big.

And it was growing.

If I stayed, I knew I would fall for him completely.

And I wanted to.

I wanted to hold him.

I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted to love him.

Because what if I never got the chance again?

What if we never saw each other in this lifeti?

What if our love—whatever it could've been—was sothing that could only exist in the next life?

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening.

A part of wished Logan could move away with . That way, I wouldn't have to fight it—I wouldn't have to suppress whatever this was between us.

But that was just wishful thinking.

Even if I wanted to love him, there was no way I could.

Not when the people around us were so against it.

His father wouldn't accept it.

Declan wouldn't accept it.

They were both selfish, controlling bastards who would rather hurt us than let us be together.

And I knew Declan well enough to know that if he ever found out about Logan and , he wouldn't hesitate to destroy both of us just to prove a point.

That was why I had to leave.

Without telling Logan.

Because if I did, I knew he would try to stop .

And if he begged to stay... I might just listen.

I sighed, gripping the sink as I tried to steady myself.

It was better this way.

Logan would be fine. He didn't like that much. He would survive.

"Do not tell you're giving birth in there," Logan's voice suddenly called from the other side of the door. "Or does it really take you that long to cum?"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

If only he knew I wasn't even thinking about jerking off anymore.

I took one last look at my reflection before stepping out of the bathroom.

I didn't say a word as I walked straight to the bed ignoring Logan like he wasn't there and lay down willing myself to sleep.

And before I knew it, the darkness pulled under.

—————The Next Morning

I was yanked out of sleep by two blaring alarms at once.

What the fuck?!

I groaned, cracking one eye open only to see that the sa dumbass who set the alarms—Logan—was still sleeping like a damn baby.

I reached over and shut both alarms off before collapsing back onto the bed.

But just as I was about to drift off again, a loud bang echoed against the door.

I groaned. "Can't people just leave the fuck alone?"

Grumbling, I dragged myself out of bed and swung the door open.

The second I saw who was standing there, my entire body froze.

Declan.

His cold eyes bore into mine.

"When," he said, his voice eerily calm, "were you planning on telling about the little escape plan you and your mother ca up with?"