Tyler Down 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

tears stream down Tyler's face out of desperation and loneliness. please Shaun, I need you, please I have no one to relay on, just please talk to me. Tyler pleaded into the phone slamming his fist on his wheel out of frustration. what is he going to do now? who can he go to for help? he needed a friend, someone to hug him and assure him that everything will be alright. he can't go to his mum like this. only Veronica came to his mind, and without thinking he drove back to the house.

CHAPTER 96 TYLER “Yeah, yeah, I’ll get him. Don’t let him drink anymore.” Malik’s voice crackled through the phone, loud and frantic. “Too late for that. The idiot’s slumped in the booth, muttering nonsense. Come fast, Grant.” By the time I got there, Tyler was gone. Not gone as in disappeared—gone as in blacked out. His head tilted back against the booth, lashes fluttering, lips parted. And Christ, he looked too beautiful for his own good.

That would start from Killian and Kai's generation. I saw Tyler lying in the field, naked and covered in dried blood and transcended by the number of hounds he had killed. I could still see the blood that covered the grassy field, and Tyler was in the middle of it. Sighing, I walked toward him and I lay next to him, taking his hands and clutching it tightly. “They all deserve to die,” he said to me and clenched his grip. “They all deserve to die for what they did to Keaton.”

"Yes. I want all of that. Because at least it would be real." Tyler stands up. Walks to the window. Looks out at the ocean. "I watched my father die," he says quietly. "I was sixteen. We were on a pack run. He collapsed mid-stride. Heart just... stopped. I tried CPR. Begged him to wake up. Screamed at him. Nothing worked." His shoulders are tense. Rigid.

I made sure that my each word is clear to him. "This can't be happening. I, Tyler Jones, won't die this quickly. The only reason why I killed that bitch was because she was about to reveal my corruption, gambling and personal behavior to the media. The only reason to make her quiet was making her disappear forever because she was determined to let the world know about me,"

But Tyler had bypassed my consent entirely, exposing the pup to the worst elements of the internet. My blood was boiling. I slammed the feed shut and dialed his personal frequency. The moment the alert flashed, Tyler stepped away from the main cameras. “Tyler Dawson! What do you think you’re playing at?” I roared into the receiver. “Collins, I know I should have cleared the talking points with you first—” “That’s not the issue! Why would you let a pup watch that garbage? He’s still growing his winter coat! You’re getting completely out of hand, using his trust to push your own agenda without consulting my den!”

I ask. Tyler walks forward slowly, stopping right in front of me. Meanwhile, Alex steps back a little, still grinning like this is the best day of his life. Tyler runs a hand through his hair, and stares at me. “I was going to do something big,” he says quietly. I blink. “This isn’t big?” He huffs a small laugh. “Alex said I needed dramatic.” “Alex is a bad influence,” I say immediately. “Correct,” Alex calls. Tyler ignores him and takes a breath instead. Then, right there in the middle of the parking lot, surrounded by half the school, Tyler Brooks drops to one knee.

“Emma. Don’t do this to yourself.” “I already did worse to myself by keeping quiet,” she muttered. Tyler took her hand. “You’re doing well. You've not been yourself since they appeared. Don’t let them break you again.” “I want answers, Tyler,” she yanked her hands off his hands. “I want to hear it from their mouth. Why did they do what they did.” Tyler let go of her hand and moved back. “They’re evil,” he yelled as if doing that would make his words sink into her head. “There’s no why. There’s no reason. They don’t care. They never cared.”

Lydia was dying right in front of them and none of them thought something was wrong? 【Wait, they made an Alpha bloodline eat silver powder the night before her shift?】 【This is attempted murder. Why aren't they in prison?】 The evidence was overwhelming. Video after video showed Tyler and his friends laughing while I suffered. Tyler was on his livestream within hours, bawling his eyes out. His face was red and swollen from crying. He was screaming like his life depended on it. His voice cracked with desperation. His eyes looked straight into the camera with fake "sincerity."

“He has connections, Ryder. He knows people. He has an entire pack at his disposal. He could just wake them all up and send them out here to search for us if that's what he wants to do. If he’s alive he’s not going to give up until he finds us. We can’t stay here.” I watched the fight drain out of Ryder as my words sank in. He knew I was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it. “I’ll go inside and see if they have any first aid supplies,” Tyler said finally, his voice tired but resolved. He grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, stepping out into the rain without another word. As the door shut behind him, the car fell into a heavy silence. I leaned my head back against the seat, closi