Chapter 130- 3...2...1 empty
Tyler's POV
I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. My hands were shaking as I pulled open my closet, grabbing whatever I could.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the zipper screeching as I dragged it across my travel bag. I tossed in a few shirts, a pair of jeans, socks, my charger. That was all. I didn't care about anything else. I had a trip planned in a few days, but at that moment, I couldn't even remember what the trip was for, or why it mattered.
Because everything was burning.
Behind me, I could hear her crying again. Loud this time. Hysterical.
"Tyler… please. Please don't do this…"
I didn't answer. I didn't even look at her.
I kept folding the little I could and shoving it inside my bag like the room was on fire and I had to escape before the smoke choked me.
"If you want to be with him," I finally muttered, my back still turned, "then maybe I should leave you both alone in this house."