A/N srry for last chapter but this is last chapter in joshs perspective. ily, bbs. message me cuz i'm bored and i will 2345343244334554327464% reply.
I head home after bringing Tyler Taco Bell. Damn, he's lucky to have me ;). As I'm driving I think of Tyler's song.
He's the tear in my heart.
I almost cry again. I think I love him.
I pull into my driveway and get out of my car. I grab my stuff, slam the door, and head straight for my room because I'm tired as fuck. I plop down on my bed and almost immediately fall asleep.
(A/N Okay so this is changing perspectives because Josh is asleep. So rn this is kinda third person, so no one's point of view.)
But what Josh didn't know is that his mom, Laura, would be coming into Josh's room to get laundry. While she was gathering his dirty clothes, she heard his phone go off. Now Momma Dun wanted to see who Josh was texting nowadays. She picked up Josh's phone and saw this:
*tylerrjoseph sent you a kik message!*:
Tyjo: hey, kitten.
Momma Dun dropped the phone. She was not going to allow her son to be gay. She was not going to have a sinful son.
(A/N bbs i am definately NOT saying that being lgbtq+ is a sin okay? This is momma dun thinking, not me okay. i love you all ok?)
Momma Dun picked up the phone from the ground and started replying to him. She knew her son wouldn't put a passcode on his phone.
Jishwa: Fuck off
Tyjo: what? did i do something wrong?
This continued until she believed that she got the message through to him. Momma Dun's son was not gay, and she made that clear. Unfortunately, a little too clear. Momma Dun placed his phone back into his backpack, and carried on with the laundry.
A/N Time skip to when Josh wakes up, also this is now in joshs perspective again
I wake up and immediately reach for my phone on my dresser. I remember that it was still in my backpack from the hospital. I get up to get my phone, and I realize that it has moved pockets. I decide not to think much of it. I go to kik and I am really confused at what I see.
Josh: what the fuck...
Josh: what the fuck is going on
Josh: Holy shit what did my mom do.
Josh: Tyler my baby that wasn't me baby i love you so much that was my mother oh shit tyler im so sorry please respond
Josh: Im so sorry i love you kitten please tell me you didn't hurt yourself.
I throw my phone in my backpack and run down the stairs, panicking.
"Mom!"
"Yes, dear?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Josh!"
"Don't you dare 'Josh' me. You fucking texted my boyfriend that i was strait and never wanted to hear from him again! You fucking ruined my life and possibly ended his!"
"Josh, you are strait. It was for your own good."
"Don't fucking tell me what's fucking good for me."
I race out the door with my keys and throw open my car door. I drive as fast as I can to Tyler's house. I scream when I see him. He has many, many fresh cuts on his wrists. Deep ones. I drop to the ground because my knees give out when I see that he is only in his boxers and he has many new cuts on his thighs too. I embrace his limp body in mine and I sit there with him for a good five minutes crying and holding him until I realize that I need to help him. I still have new tears rolling down my cheeks as I find gauze pads. I take out multiple fresh bandages from the package and then find some wound-cleaner in the medicine cabinet.
I pick him up and set him down gently on the counter. I take his limp hand in mine and proceed to clean off his fresh cuts and wrap them in bandages. I know that since he didn't swallow pills and from what I can see, he didn't lose that much blood, considering his hearts still beating and his chest is rising and falling at a steady pace, he should wake up on his own. When all of his cuts are properly cleaned and treated, I carry him up the stairs bridal style, and lay him down on his bed. I sit down in a beanbag he has in his room, and wait for him to open his eyes.
A/N Im sorry.
