Chapter 72- The Blame Game
Tyler's POV
I walked over to where my bag lay crumpled on the floor like a piece of forgotten trash. My fingers curled around the strap, lifting it slowly. My breathing was still heavy, and the taste of anger lingered in my mouth.
If only they had listened… if only they had just stopped when I told them to.
They wouldn't have had a near-death experience.
Serves them right.
I adjusted the strap on my shoulder, forcing myself to breathe out slowly as I followed behind the principal. My fists were still clenched at my sides, the rage barely simmering beneath my skin.
I could feel her presence without even turning around.
My mom.
What the hell is she even doing here?
Why today of all days?
Her sudden appearance was probably the only reason those bastards were still breathing. If she hadn't shown up when she did, I don't think I would have stopped.
Hell, I know I wouldn't have stopped.