Tyler Down 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

But reality doesn’t rewind, it just replays in sharper focus. Ethan spoke again, softer now. “Why did you start this? Why me?” Tyler hesitated. A dozen answers clawed their way up, none of them clean. Because I hated him. Because I hated myself. Because you looked at me like I wasn’t broken yet. He shrugged, voice low. “Because I wanted to see if I could.” Ethan stared at him devastated, angry, maybe both. “So I was just a test.” “No,” Tyler said, shaking his head, the word breaking halfway through. “That’s the problem. You weren’t.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. I’m so sorry but she needs to go.” “B-But why?” Tyler pulled away from the hug and caressed his cheeks while he's staring into his eyes. “Because, buddy, she did some terrible things. To me. To your mommy Serena.” Andy shook his head violently. “You just want to marry Aunt Serena, that's why you're taking my mommy away.” “No!” Tyler shook his head desperately. “No! Please, buddy. Listen to me. I am your daddy. I love you, and I want the best for you. I already explained everything, right? You remember what I said?”

He had been going at it since morning and I wondered if he was going to ever stop. “What happened?” I asked again, hesitated a little before reaching out and wiped his tears. “I kicked him out.” He whispered, head dropping down in remorse. I frowned. “Why? I thought you liked him.” Tyler shoved against me, but I didn't let up. “I killed someone,” Tyler sobbed, his body shaking with uncontrollable tremors. He buried his face in his hands, his voice cracking with anguish.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized how deeply Tyler's paranoia had taken hold of him. I told him that death was better than this, that I would rather die than suffer at his hands. But Tyler was beyond reason. He was furious, and he said that he was going to make sure that I forgot about death and wished I had never done anything to upset him again.

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t think I can believe Tyler is not exactly a bad person. I did tell you about the girl he bullied until she had to leave Edwin and Co. right?” “Yeah, but aren’t you being a bit biased here? The BBC bullied her and Heather happens to be a member of this same Bad Boys Club so technically they all share the blame. And don’t forget you told me that Heather is not exactly who I think she is, so think of Tyler that same way.”

"If he isn't back with her in one hour I'm going over there." "Uh, I'm thinking that's a big fucking no-no." Tyler dropped down in the seat next to mine. "Listen, Lo gave you the harsh truth, now I'm gonna give you a little hope. The only way for you to get through this, is to keep your head down, do not give him any shit on this or he will eat you alive.

****************** Tyler's pov I suppose my actions caused a misunderstanding between my daughter and Charlotte. I heard the sound of her banging the door of her room. It wasn't my fault, but I needed to take action, and not just any action, I needed to act quickly. In front of me, Ava was planning to remove Charlotte's bra while they were about to go to the bar. How would I be able to handle such words? My mind wandered off, imagining how Charlotte's breasts would move when I touched her shoulders.

I didn't even try to deny it; there was no point in hiding the truth when it was written in my every action. “I’m doing it because if I don’t,” I said, my voice cracking, “he dies. It's that simple.” That finally cracked whatever resolve he had left. Tyler looked away from me, dragging a heavy hand down his face and letting out a ragged breath. “You know this is exactly how you get people killed, right? You pull them into your orbit and then the world ends.” I smiled sadly, the weight of his words landing true. “Yeah. I’ve noticed that trend.”

“Your father… He’s… He’s a complicated man, and someday, you will understand why he’s not here with us.” “But who is he, Mommy?” Gillian asked. She, too, was holding back tears, and when she continued to speak, her voice cracked and quivered. “W-why is he not h-here with us? Why is it only the three of us? Cal and Gil wanted to know, b-but… but we know you will get sad if we ask.” My brows furrowed while my eyes misted with my own salty tears upon hearing what Gillian had said, and all I could say in response was a small “What?”

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