His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 188: Let Me Go

Chapter 188- Let Me Go

Logan’s POV

"You really want to lie to me?"

Right here?

In front of Tyler?

Wow.

I laughed a little. It wasn’t funny. Nothing about this moment was funny, but I couldn’t help it. It was either laugh or scream.

"You really want to act like you’re going to stand for me now... just because Tyler’s here?" I said, my voice low but shaking with anger.

"You don’t have to pretend," I added. "You don’t have to act like you care. I already know the truth. I’ve known it for years."

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Just silence. Useless silence.

"If you’re looking for someone to blame," I said, stepping closer, "blame me. Don’t drag Tyler’s dad into this. Don’t tell Tyler’s mom. Don’t go around spreading things just because you’re confused or embarrassed."

"If you want someone to throw under the bus, let it be me."

I said it flat. Cold. And still—he didn’t respond.

Just stood there... looking at me like he didn’t know who I was anymore.

Good.

Because maybe he never did.

I felt my throat tighten, but I held everything in. I wasn’t about to cry in front of him.

"I’m not saying anything else," I told him. "I’m done talking."

I turned away. My heart was racing. My fists were clenched.

"Tyler," I called out without looking back. "Let’s go."

And without even a second of hesitation, Tyler followed me.

Of course he did.

Did they really think he’d stay? Stay with my dad? What—for more awkward questions? For more fake concern?

Please.

I walked fast. I was still boiling with anger, and I didn’t care if it showed.

I could hear my dad calling my name behind me. Again. Again. Like that was supposed to fix anything.

I didn’t even bother to respond.

Tyler didn’t say a word either. He was smart like that. He knew better than to try and calm me down with some weak "it’s okay" or "maybe he didn’t mean it." He knew if he said anything like that right now, I might explode on him too.

And the last thing I wanted was to hurt him.

But still... I could feel it. I could feel what was coming. I could already see the way my dad’s eyes would change again. The way his voice would sound when he got tired of pretending to care.

He was going to hurt me again. I just knew it.

So maybe it was time I beat him to it.

I walked straight into my room and headed for the closet. I didn’t waste time.

I grabbed my bag. Tossed it open.

And started packing.

Shirts. Pants. Hoodies. Whatever I could grab.

I wasn’t going to stay here and wait to be pushed out. I was going to leave before he had the chance to throw me away again.

Tyler was behind me. I could feel his eyes on me like they were burning into my back.

He didn’t say anything at first, but I knew he wanted to.

His silence was loud.

He was holding himself back... probably thinking a thousand things... wondering if he should speak or just let me crash into this wall alone.

Then finally—

"Logan," he said gently, "what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I’m doing?" I snapped.

I didn’t even look up.

"Please tell me, Logan. What are you doing?" He asked me again

"Dear Tyler," I said with a bitter smile, "I’m folding these clothes so I can donate them to the homeless. Since you clearly can’t use your brain to figure out something so simple."

That came out meaner than I intended.

But I didn’t take it back.

"Are you... really leaving?" he asked. His voice cracked a little.

I froze for a second, but I kept packing.

"Don’t ask me stupid questions, Tyler," I said without turning around. "It pisses me off."

I heard him swallow hard behind me. The silence between us stretched like a wire about to snap.

"You don’t have to go, Logan," he said softly. "Do you even have somewhere to stay?"

I didn’t answer.

Because if I opened my mouth, I’d break.

"Logan..." he said again. "Please. I’m begging you. Answer me. You don’t have to leave. You don’t have to get this angry—"

I spun around.

"That’s the thing, Tyler! You don’t get it!" I shouted. "You’re not the one living in this house. You’re not the one who knows what my dad is capable of! That’s why you think this is just me overreacting."

He stepped back a little, quiet again.

And then I felt guilty. I hated how fast I could tear him down just because I was hurting.

"You don’t have to keep trying to convince me," I said, quieter this time. "If the only reason you’re begging me to stay is because you think I’ll drag you along with me, then stop. You’re not coming with me, Tyler."

His eyes widened a little.

"I’m going alone," I added. "You’ll stay here until tomorrow. Go check on your mom or whatever. I’ll figure things out."

That shut him up completely.

And somehow... that silence hit me harder than any of his words.

Why did it suddenly feel cold in the room?

I glanced at him out the corner of my eye. He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t mad. He was just... standing there, arms hanging by his sides like he’d been punched in the chest.

That’s when it clicked.

He wasn’t trying to stop me for himself.

He was trying to stop me because he actually cared.

And I hated that I didn’t trust it.

Maybe I was broken. Maybe I’d been hurt too much to believe anyone anymore.

Maybe they were all the same.

Every single one of them.

"They’re all the same," I muttered under my breath. "Same fake concern. Same lies. Same empty promises. Just bloody humans playing pretend."

I could feel my eyes stinging. My vision blurred for a second. I looked down quickly and kept packing.

Don’t break.

Not now.

Then I heard his voice again. This time sharper. Quieter. But it cut straight through me.

"So you really think I was only convincing you because I thought you’d force me to go with you?" Tyler asked.

I froze.

He took a step closer.

"You think that low of me?"

"Yes," I said quietly to myself, deep in my head. I do think that low of him.

Why wouldn’t I?

Everybody else had always looked out for themselves. Tyler wasn’t any different... or so I thought.

But then he spoke again. His voice sounded different this time—soft, but filled with something that pulled at me.

"One thing you should know about me, Logan... is that I’m not greedy," he said. "I wasn’t trying to make you stay for me. I already knew I wasn’t going with you. I just... I wanted you to stay for you."

I stopped moving, but I didn’t turn around.

He kept talking.

"I was trying to help you. Trying to stop you from walking into something you might regret. But the second I opened my mouth, you snapped and told me I wouldn’t be coming with you like I was some selfish person who only thought about myself."

There was silence for a second.

Then he added, "Maybe I’ve made mistakes, but Logan, I’m not wicked. And I’m definitely not heartless. I care about you. That’s why I don’t want you to leave."

But it was already too late.

My heart had already left.

I had already shut the door in my mind.

"I’ve made up my mind, Tyler," I said without looking at him. "I’m leaving. And that’s final."

But he didn’t stop.

He kept trying.

I kept moving around the room, multitasking—packing the rest of my things, tossing dirty clothes into the washing machine so the maid could handle it later. At least I’d done something helpful before leaving this place for good.

"Logan," he said again, his voice shakier this time, "please don’t do something you’re going to regret later."

That one made me pause.

My blood boiled.

I turned to him slowly.

"What did you just say?"

I stepped forward, locking eyes with him.

"So now I’m going to regret this? Is that what you think?"

I could feel my chest rising and falling faster.

"Regret what exactly, Tyler? Standing by who I am? Not being straight? Not pretending to like girls just to please people who hate the real me?"

I scoffed bitterly.

"You think I’ll regret leaving because this house is too toxic to handle my truth?"

He looked down. Couldn’t even meet my eyes.

"You know what?" I said, my voice cold. "There’s no difference between you and my dad."

His head shot up.

I zipped the last part of my bag with shaky fingers and picked it up.

I was done.

Done trying to explain myself. Done waiting for people to understand me when all they ever did was judge.

I took a step toward the door.

"Logan, wait—please. Don’t go. You can’t just walk away like this," he begged.

But I wasn’t listening anymore.

I didn’t have room for more lies. More confusion. More half-baked support that crumbled the moment things got hard.

I had no space left in my chest for people who said they cared but made me feel like a mistake.

I started walking.

That’s when I felt it.

His hand grabbed mine.

Firm.

"Let me go, Tyler," I said without turning.

He didn’t.

"Tyler. Let me fucking go!"

My voice cracked. I didn’t even care.

I pulled hard—and he finally let go.

But the next second, he grabbed me again—only this time, he pulled me into him.

And then...

He kissed me.