His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 7: The Confrontation

Chapter 7 –

The Confrontation

Tyler's POV

"Of course he is," I muttered bitterly, staring at the floor. My blood boiled just thinking about it. The man who had made our lives miserable—my life miserable—was moving on like nothing had happened.

Mom didn't say anything for a mont. The silence was heavy, her hesitation making it clear that she knew how I felt.

"Tyler," she finally said, her voice soft. "We have to go."

I snapped my head up, my eyes locking onto hers. "We have to go? Why, Mom? Why do we have to do anything for him?"

"It's important," she said, avoiding my gaze as she wiped her hands on the dish towel.

"For who?" I demanded, stepping closer. "For him? Because it's definitely not important for ."

Mom sighed, rubbing her temples. "He's still your father, Tyler."

I felt like she'd just slapped with those words. "Are you serious right now? He's not my father. Don't you dare call him that!"

"Tyler—"

"No, Mom!" I yelled, cutting her off. "Stop defending him! He's not a father. He's a selfish, lying, good-for-nothing—"

"Stop it!" Mom shouted back, her voice shaking, but I barely heard her.

I ignored her, the anger rushing through like a storm that had been building for years. "What kind of father abandons his family? What kind of father chooses himself over his wife and son? And now you're standing here, telling we're supposed to celebrate him starting a new life? A better life?"

"It's not that simple," she said, her voice quieter now, as though she was trying to calm the fire she'd just ignited.

"Not that simple?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. I took a step closer, my chest heaving. "Mom, he left us with nothing! Do you rember that? Or do I need to remind you of all the crap he's put us through?"

"Tyler, don't—"

"No, I will!" I shouted, cutting her off again, my voice loud enough to make her flinch. Every mory, every bitter mont clawed its way up to the surface, and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. "Do you rember when he took off without a word, leaving us to figure out how to pay the bills? Or when you had to work two jobs just to keep a roof over our heads?"

Her shoulders sagged, her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn't respond.

"Do you rember how he'd co ho drunk, yelling at you for no reason? The nights he threw things around because he was angry at the world, and sohow, it was always your fault? Like the ti he broke that lamp and made clean it up, because God forbid he do anything himself?"

Her eyes welled up, the tears threatening to spill over, but I didn't care. The words kept tumbling out, my voice trembling with rage.

"What about the ti he promised —promised —that he'd co to my soccer ga? Do you rember that? I waited for hours, Mom. Hours. And where was he? Nowhere. Probably out gambling, or drinking, or doing sothing he thought was more important than showing up for his own son. Do you know how humiliating that was for ? Everyone else had their dads there, cheering them on, but ? Nothing."

"Tyler, please," she whispered, her voice cracking, but her plea only fueled my anger.

"And then there's the real kicker, isn't there?" I said, my voice turning bitter, almost mocking. "The ti he brought her into our house. Our ho, Mom! I walked in, and there she was, sitting on our couch like she belonged there. He had the nerve to cheat on you right under your nose, and when you caught them, what did he do? He blad you! He said it was your fault, that you weren't good enough for him. Do you rember that night? Because I do. I'll never forget it."

Mom's tears were falling freely now, her face pale and broken. But it didn't matter. I was too far gone to stop.

"And you know what really kills ?" I said, my voice trembling with raw emotion. "After everything he's done—everything he's put us through—you're still defending him. Why, Mom? Why are you still standing up for him? He doesn't deserve it! He doesn't deserve you!"

Her lips quivered, but no words ca out. I could see the pain in her eyes, the way my words were cutting into her, but I didn't care. She needed to hear this.

"I've spent my whole life watching him tear us apart," I continued, my voice breaking now. "And you—you just keep letting him. You keep making excuses for him, like he's so misunderstood saint. He's not, Mom. He's a monster. A selfish, cruel, heartless monster, and I am done pretending he's anything else."

Her voice ca out barely above a whisper. "He's your father, Tyler."

"No, he's not!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. "A father doesn't do the things he did. A father doesn't leave his family to fend for themselves. A father doesn't break his promises, or hurt the people who love him. A father protects his family, Mom. He loves them. That man is nothing but a devil, and devils don't change."

"Even the devil was once an angel," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Yeah, and when the devil fell, he was thrown out. So maybe it's ti you do the sa, Mom. Throw him out of your life. Stop pretending he's worth it, because all you're doing is making yourself look pathetic."

Her hand ca out of nowhere, the slap stinging across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and for a mont, I just stood there, stunned, my skin burning from the impact.

"That's the third slap today," I muttered bitterly, rubbing my cheek. My voice was quieter now, but no less sharp. "Three slaps and one of them is from you, my mother because of man who doesn't give a damn about you."

Her face crumpled, guilt and pain etched into every line. "Tyler, I—"

"No," I said firmly, cutting her off. My voice was cold, detached. "Don't. Don't say another word to defend him. You're slapping because of him? A man who walked out on us, cheated on you, and treated us like garbage? How much lower are you willing to go for him, Mom?"

Her tears ca faster now, her hands trembling at her sides.

"One day," I said, my voice low and bitter, "I hope you wake up and realize how blind you've been. I hope you finally see him for what he is—a liar. A cheater. A disgrace. And I hope you find the strength to let go."

She tried to speak, but the words wouldn't co. Her voice cracked, her body shaking.

"Well, I'm not going to his wedding," I said, my voice final. "And there's nothing you or anyone else can do to change my mind."

I turned and stord toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest. But just as I reached for the handle, her voice stopped .

"I'm doing this for you."

I froze, my hand hovering over the doorknob.

"You're so blinded by your anger that you can't see it," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm doing this to protect you, Tyler. He... he threatened to take you away from . My only joy. My only reason to keep going. He said if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd take you, and I'd never see you again."