Chapter 19: Messed up

I walk into his house, and what I

saw cannot be enough described by words.

A man was laying on the floor, blood running down over his face.

Tyler was terrified and confused

And me, I was speechless.

"T-tyler, what did y-you do?"

"I-i don't know, it was accident it just happened"

"I-is he dead? Who is that?"

"That's my father"

He couldn't even look me in the eyes while talking.

I run to check his pulse, and thank god he was still alive.

"He is still alive but his pulse is slow, call 911"

"Yeah yeah ok"

And he rushed to get his phone,

while I wad sitting on the floor wondering what might have happened if Tyler killed his own father.

I started shaking, I look at Tyler he couldn't even speak without stuttering, I need to calm him down.

The ambulance arrived ten minutes later, and took his father, but Tyler didn't want to go with them so we stayed here.

Sitting on the couch, the silence is deadly.

"Tyler, babe, can you please tell me what happened?"

He gupls, takes a breath and answer me

"I...I got home after you texted me to not wait for you, my father was waiting for me, he told me that he applied for me in that college, far from here and that I should study there. I got mad that he is still trying to take my life from me, and I stood up and started shouting at him, I just got so mad, so he told me that he is disappointed in me and..."

He stops to takes another deep breath

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay, you can tell me later."

He continued, because he needs to talk it out, to convince himself that this is reality.

"... And he just slaps me so hard, I could feel my face burning, and I just wanted all of this to stop, I wanted him to stop having control over me, I told myself I was old enough to, to defend myself.

So I look him in the eyes, and told him that I'm the one disappointed in him, a-and that I wish he wasn't my father, and t-that he would die.."

A tear rushed down his cheeks,

I hugged him with all the love I had and told him "Hey, calm down, you were just angry, it's okay now he is okay, he is not gonna die."

"But the worst thing is that I didn't even think twice when I said it, It was like i meant it, but I don't even know if I really meant it"

All this time talking, he was looking at the floor, he couldn't lift his eyes.

"He is still your father, you'll love him no matter what."

I put my hand on his shoulder trying to calm him.

"When I said those words, he pressed on his hands trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't, and he punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell on the floor, and he started kicking me, like he hated me, like I was some stranger who hurt him so much, and he seeked for revenge.

That's when I knew what I said before, I didn't regret it at all, and that what I would do next was out of my control.

I was protecting myself, so I grabbed whatever was nearest to me, a vase from my mother, that is worth a fortune and is very heavy, and I-i just hit him with it on his head with all my force.

He started bleeding and fell on the floor."

"Tyler, look at me"

I grabbed gently his chin and turned him to face me.

"You were protecting yourself, you are not a bad person Tyler, it is not your fault."

"I KNOW IT IS NOT MY FAULT, BUT FUCK,... I feel bad, I should have just accepted, everything he has done, is not just for him but for my future too, he wants to leave the world knowing I am wealthy and living my best, but I was selfish, all I thought was to disobey him for my future, but I don't even know wgat my dreams are, I don't even know what I like to do."

"You weren't selfish, you were doing what's best for you, there is a difference, don't blame yourself for it, I love you, and I will support you in every decision you make, and I promise you I'll always be here for you"

He leaned in and hugged me, it was the best hug ever, I hugged him back and let him lay on my chest while I stroked his hair, just like he love me to do.

We fell asleep like that, then a call from the hospital wake us up.

This is the phone call that decides the fate of Tyler.

We started panicking, if his father dies, he messed up and we are in big trouble. If not, he still might be in trouble but it would be bearable.

Tyler picked up the phone nervously.

"H-hello,... yes,... okay... thank you."

"What? What did they say? Is he okay?"

"He, he is stable, he'll live, she said he is in a good condition, no internal bleeding."

"Oh my! Thank God"

Tyler was relieved, but his expression remained the same.

We sat on the couch relieved, just thinking.

Suddenly my phone bright up and a notification from James pops up, 'when do you want to meet again?'

Tyler saw it, and I can't say

it made him feel better.

When  would our problems end?

"When did you get his number?"

I have to tell him the truth but not right now.

"I don't want you to feel worse so why don't we talk about it later?"

"When did you get his number?"

He repeated himself, but with a deeper tone.

"H-he asked me today to be his chemistry tutor, and I gave him my number to schedule our meetings, no big deal."

"Ah, so you lied to me and met with him after school to tutor him? You cancled our date for him?"

"I was about to tell him that I can't but I didn't have the chance."

"If you did not turn me down after school all of this would have not happened. I wouldn't have to come home and be on the edge to kill my father."

"Oh so you're blaming it on me now?"

"So whose fault is it?"

"No one! No one should take the blame except your father maybe, and I still don't even know why you hate James so much, so I don't have a reason to ignore him."

"Fine, do whatever you want, that's not the problem right now."

He gets up, head to his room and close the door.

I couldn't leave knowing that he is mad at me so I lay on the couch waiting for him to calm down so we can talk about it.