Tyler Down 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

"Your heart rate is coming down. See how the grounding exercise helps interrupt the panic spiral?" "It helps," I admitted. "But it doesn't change what's happening. Tyler could be exiled right now. He could be—" Tears started falling. Again. I'd cried so much in the past eighteen hours I didn't think I had tears left, but they kept coming. "This is my fault. All of it." "Mandy." Dr. Martinez leaned forward, her expression serious. "We've talked about this. Tyler's decision to kill Marcus was his choice. Not yours. You didn't force him to do it."

MILES Ever since that night, I could hardly stop worrying about Tyler. The image of him sobbing into my arms, consumed by deep anguish and distress, haunted me. It was a harrowing experience for us both, one that left an indelible mark on our lives. But what troubled me most was the fact that Tyler, a strong and compassionate man, had become a victim of sexual harassment. Tyler was never one to objectify others. He possessed a genuine respect for everyone he encountered, valuing their worth beyond mere physical appearances. He understood the importance of consent and boundaries, always making sure he treated others with kindness and decency. But unfortunately, these principles were not recip

Tyler POV I paced back and forth in my room, unable to shake off the restlessness that consumed me. The sight of Theda standing under the pouring rain had stirred something deep within me. Tyson, my wolf, a fierce and primal force, whined and growled inside me, urging me to go to her. The strange intense connection they shared intensified my agitation, making it difficult for him to keep my animal instincts in check.

I wondered if I would have left him if there had been no one else to care for him without me around. "Magda is approaching sainthood at this stage. Dylan says you're not sleeping." "Dylan needs to keep his mouth shut," Tyler griped, a sound coming from his side of the line which made me think he was squeezing his phone too tight. It wouldn't surprise me if Tyler broke his phone in a fit of anger. He'd never been the most delicate of men. Tyler Wright was more like an anvil than a raindrop if one were to make a comparison. "You sound tired."

Not knowing why, Tyler suddenly became anxious when he saw Vicky like this. He swallowed back his anxiety and coldly said, "Stop crying." This only made Vicky lower her head to hide her tears. "I said, stop crying! Didn't you hear?" thundered Tyler impatiently. "Tyler, why don't you just kill me already," pleaded Vicky tearfully. Tyler grabbed her neck and snarled, "You don't think I have that in my mind?"

Tyler says lying down. "Why would he lie about burning down a gym and getting kicked out of college?" I asked confused. "That's one thing that I cannot explain. He will lie about anything and everything. Probably to make himself seem more badass then what he really is." Tyler says pulling me down to him and I rested my head on his chest. We were lying there for a while when we heard the front door slam open and Adam was laughing with some girl and it travelled all the way upstairs. And were all the noises that they were making downstairs.

Now I found the reason behind me owning too many off-shoulder blouses, because they had been crazy about those stuff. Now I wasn’t a 17-year-old Tyler, a grown-up woman. Besides, I was in no mood for clinging or pretending to be someone I was not. Footsteps alerted me before I heard their voices. “Tyler! Where were you the entire morning, slut?!”

“Drop the gun.” “What are you talking about, Tyler?” Sheryl tried to look at him even though her head was pressed on the floor. The scene was frightening. “Why are you stopping your wife from the revenge she wants? HAHAHA! Let her! Let her kill me—and the two of us will be finally murderers! Don’t you like that, hon? You’ve slept with murderers. A murderer ex-fiance, and a wife as a murderer!” “Shut up!” Tyler shoved her again.

"If you're so amazing, then why are you here? Go and keep that homewrecker of yours company. Her baby died and you snatched away Ari's baby. If she had died, would you have told Aria to die?" I called out weakly, feeling rather aggrieved. "Don't you have a performance abroad? Why are you back here?" Tyler put his hands on his hips and pointed at me. He said harshly, "If I hadn't come back, you'd have been bullied to death because you're a loser and an idiot in love! I wouldn't even have had time to catch a final glimpse of you!" Bryan hastily stopped him. "Alright, alright! You and your sharp tongue. She isn't dead yet!"

YELENA My eyes stayed on the screen like maybe I read it wrong. Like maybe if I blinked, the words would change. Life imprisonment. My breath caught in my throat as I got hold of myself, “Tyler was… what?” I whispered, my voice shaking. Why? Why that? Why not death? Why something slow... something that would eat him little by little? Tears blurred my sight before I even realized they had started falling. One dropped on my hand, then another, then they wouldn’t stop.