His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 26: Staying With His Dad

Chapter 26- Staying with His Dad

Tyler's POV

I kissed Logan.

I freaking kissed Logan.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The same guy I shoved away, the same guy I yelled at for kissing me first—I just turned around and did the same damn thing.

I touched my lips, my fingers trembling slightly as if they could erase the lingering sensation of his lips against mine. But no matter how much I pressed, the feeling remained, burning into my skin like a permanent mark.

Logan stood there, staring at me, his eyes unreadable. He wasn't saying anything. Was he shocked? Amused? Waiting for me to explain myself? I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out.

Without another word, I turned on my heels and walked away, my legs moving faster than my brain could process. I refused to look back. I could feel his eyes on me, could practically hear the unspoken words lingering between us.

I just needed to get the hell out of here.

By the time I reached my car, my hands were shaking. I yanked open the door and threw myself inside, slamming it shut behind me like I was sealing myself away from the mess I'd just created.

My heart was still racing as I turned my head to check the passenger seat.

And thank God.

Amara was still there, sound asleep, her head resting against the window.

For someone who had spent the entire night screaming, complaining, and acting like a total menace, she sure as hell looked peaceful now.

"Of course," I muttered under my breath. "Now she decides to be quiet."

Shaking my head, I started the car and pulled onto the road.

The drive home was uneventful, but my mind refused to settle. The fear from earlier—the attack, the masked men, the bullets—lingered in the back of my head like a ghost. I kept checking the mirrors, half-expecting a car to suddenly appear behind me, chasing me down.

And what if I got attacked again?

Logan wasn't here to tell me what to do this time. If someone came after me now, I'd be screwed.

The thought made my grip tighten on the steering wheel.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, my body was stiff from tension. I turned off the engine and took a deep breath before stepping out.

I locked the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to get Amara out.

"Amara," I called, nudging her shoulder. "Wake up."

Nothing.

She didn't even stir.

Unbelievable.

The same girl who had nearly turned my car upside down with her tantrums was now sleeping like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Remind me to never bring someone else to my party," I muttered under my breath.

With a sigh, I slid my arms under her and lifted her up bridal-style. She felt lighter than I expected, but carrying someone who was completely knocked out was no easy task.

I walked up to the front door and knocked—several times.

It took a while before my mom finally answered, rubbing her eyes as she squinted at me.

"Glad you're awake, Mom."

She ignored my sarcasm and instead glanced down at Amara in my arms.

"Where should I put her? I'm already drained from today, and I just want to sleep," I said, shifting Amara slightly.

My mom sighed and stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. "Follow me."

I walked in, and she locked the door behind me before leading the way to the guest room.

Once inside, she pulled back the covers, and I carefully placed Amara down. She barely moved, lost in whatever dreamland she had escaped to.

I reached down and pulled off her shoes, figuring she'd sleep more comfortably that way.

"You know," my mom said, crossing her arms, "you're such a gentleman, Tyler."

"Spare me that," I muttered. "I just didn't want her to be uncomfortable."

She smirked. "You and Amara would make a perfect couple."

I nearly gagged.

"Ew, Mom. No. Just—no." I shook my head. "She'd make a perfect couple with someone else. Not me."

Mom raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

"Mom, do you even know what I went through tonight?" I groaned. "She screamed, she yelled, she cried, she was rude—oh, and let's not forget the part where she kissed me."

My mom gasped dramatically. "She did what?"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm not repeating myself because I know you heard me the first time."

Mom, however, seemed way too pleased with this revelation. "Well, at least it's something!"

"Mom, no. It's nothing. She was drunk. She didn't even know what she was doing."

She smirked again, and I could already tell what she was thinking.

"Stop giving me that look," I warned. "Nothing is going to happen between us, so don't even think about it."

"Fine, fine," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "That's not even what I wanted to talk to you about."

Her expression turned serious, and suddenly, the teasing atmosphere vanished.

"Tyler, I was so worried when you left," she said, her voice soft but filled with concern. "I was afraid something would happen to you."

I swallowed, feeling guilt creep up my spine.

"You know your father has enemies everywhere," she continued. "Now that people know about you, they're going to come after you too. They don't care if you're innocent."

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I stared at her.

"It was almost like you had predicted what had already happened."

"What?" she whispered, her eyes widening as fear flashed across her face.

I took a deep breath. "We were ambushed."

Her face paled.

"Masked gunmen. They stood right in front of us and started shooting. I—I don't even know how we got out of there alive."

My mom's hands trembled as she gripped my arms. "Tyler, why didn't you tell me the second you walked in?"

"Because I didn't want to worry you," I admitted. "I wanted to get Amara settled first before dropping that bomb on you."

Tears filled her eyes. "Tyler, I'm so scared. I don't want to lose you."

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly. "Mom, I'm fine. I promise."

She pulled away slightly, shaking her head. "You don't understand. I don't think you're safe anymore. Not here."

I frowned. "What are you saying?"

She hesitated before looking at me with a determined expression. "You need to stay with him."

I blinked. "What? Stay with who?"

"You know, Tyler," a deep voice said from behind me.

I froze.

I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"You need to stay with me," my father said, stepping into view. "Because I'm the only one who can protect you."

I whipped my head between my mom and him, my chest tightening with disbelief.

"What?!" I shouted.