His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 60: The Plan Is Working

Chapter 60- The Plan working

Tyler's POV

After I left the room, I didn't even know where to go. My feet carried down the hallway, but my mind was a complete ss. Every part of this damn house disgusted . The walls, the floors, the overly luxurious furniture—everything.

But what disgusted even more were the people inside it. Hypocrites. Liars. Monsters in expensive suits, pretending to be civilized.

I dragged my fingers through my damp, ssy hair, gripping the strands tight in frustration. My jaw clenched. My muscles were still tense from the anger burning inside . It felt like my body was begging to lash out, to punch sothing—anything—just to let this feeling out. But I couldn't. Not yet.

I needed to leave.

I needed to get the hell away from this place before it suffocated completely.

The only reason I was even here was because of that stupid wedding. A wedding I never wanted to attend. A wedding I was forced to co to because my mother practically begged to be here. And now look at everything that had happened in just a few days.

A whole damn ss.

.

I didn't even know where Declan's house was located exactly. I hadn't bothered to pay attention when I was brought here. And that was the problem—I needed to figure out how the hell I was going to leave without relying on him. I refused to ask him for a damn thing.

One thing was for sure—I couldn't stay here any longer.

I had already taken enough ti away from school. I was probably way behind on my studies, and I could already imagine the horror of catching up. If I ended up having to repeat a class because of this nonsense, I swear Declan and even my own mother would regret ever convincing to co.

I sighed, dragging my bag to the living room, dropping it beside the couch before sinking into the chair. My mind was racing.

I needed a plan.

There was no way I was going to talk to that bastard, Declan. Not after everything. He would probably try to act like a good person, fake so half-assed apology, maybe even try to guilt-trip . But I wasn't falling for it.

I already knew what I was going to say.

I was going to tell him that I had no interest in staying here any longer, that I was going back to my mother's place, and that was final.

It was a great plan. Simple. Direct.

Now, all I needed was a way out.

I pulled out my phone and called my mother.

It rang. No answer.

I tried again. Nothing.

My fingers tightened around the device, frustration bubbling inside .

A dark thought crept into my mind.

Had she been kidnapped again?

I wouldn't put it past Declan. He was capable of that level of bullshit.

I called a third ti, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Finally, she answered. Her voice was soft, groggy. She had been sleeping.

I exhaled sharply, relief flooding my system.

"Hey, Mom," I said, keeping my tone light.

"Tyler?" she murmured, still half-asleep.

"Yeah. Just wanted to check on you."

She humd in appreciation. "That's sweet of you."

But I wasn't just calling to check on her.

I knew the phone line was probably tapped.

Declan was definitely going to listen to this conversation later.

Which ant I had to make him hear exactly what I wanted him to hear.

If I didn't ntion anything suspicious, he would start getting paranoid and looking for answers elsewhere. That was the last thing we needed.

So I asked, "You know, Mom... you still haven't told why you were sore after you hugged ."

There was silence for a second before she chuckled.

I knew she understood.

If Declan was listening, he would love where this conversation was going.

"Oh, Tyler," she sighed dramatically. "You and your overactive imagination. Nothing happened to . I don't know why you won't just believe that I'm fine."

"I don't believe it," I said firmly. "And I never will."

She let out an exasperated breath. "You need to stop worrying so much. I promise, there's nothing wrong."

I smirked.

This was perfect.

If Declan was listening, he would think I was just being a stubborn, overprotective son.

And hopefully, that would throw him off.

But I wasn't done yet.

I needed to talk about the real issue now.

"I don't know what's wrong with Declan," I said, lowering my voice slightly. "He actually ca to my room earlier and accused of trying to run away with you."

Beatrice burst out laughing.

Like actually laughing.

"Run away?!" she snorted. "Oh, honey, where on earth do I have to run to?"

I couldn't help but chuckle too, even though deep down, we both knew it was true.

We were planning to run.

And now, we needed to be extra careful.

Because if Declan had even the slightest suspicion, we were screwed.

Beatrice kept playing along, her voice filled with amusent. "That's ridiculous, Tyler. I've never even traveled anywhere before! How could I possibly plan to run away?"

We laughed again.

Another perfectly executed move.

Declan would be so stupid to fall for this.

But knowing him... he would.

Then, I casually dropped another bomb.

"Oh, and he also accused you of getting a burner phone for us. Said it showed up on the CCTV footage."

That alone was enough information for my mother to understand exactly what not to do next.

We spoke for a little longer, passing along hidden ssages through casual words and laughter, making sure that no matter what, Declan wouldn't suspect a thing.

And when the call finally ended, I felt satisfied.

He would never figure it out.

I leaned back on the couch, running a hand down my face, when suddenly—

"Who was that?"

The voice ca from behind .

I already knew who it was.

Declan.

I clenched my jaw before turning my head slightly.

"I still don't get how that concerns you," I said coldly. "I still don't get why you care who I talk to."

He didn't say anything for a mont.

Then, he sighed. "Tyler... I just... I want to apologize. I didn't an to accuse you like that. I was just... heartbroken at the thought of you and your mom planning to leave ."

I rolled my eyes.

"What gave you that idea?" I asked. "If we were planning to run, don't you think we would've done it already?"

Declan hesitated.

I could see the gears turning in his head.

Good.

Let him doubt himself.

Let him question everything.

He sighed again. "I'm sorry, Tyler."

I ignored the apology completely.

"As you can see," I said, gesturing at my bag, "I've already packed. I'm leaving today. Find soone to take ho."

Declan's face twisted in shock.

Then, anger.

"You're not leaving." His voice was cold now. "I'm not giving you a car. If you want to leave, do it yourself."

He thought that would stop .

That was his mistake.

Because just as he finished speaking—

A voice ca from behind us.

"If you're not going to take him ho, then he can ride with . Besides... where we live isn't far from each other."