My friends and I have problems

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Tyler's POV
I threw a punch at the wall. Why the hell did I do that! I'm so fucking stupid! My hands clutched my hair as I kept braking things. I took my desk and flipped it. I broke my mirror. I threw books, clothes, awards, everything. My door busted open to show Bryce. We made eye contact. He slowly walked up to me as I cried. He wrapped his arms around me as I crawled into a ball. "Ty, what happened?" He asked.
"I honestly don't know. Things escalated so quickly... because of me" I said laying flat on my back and looking at the ceiling.
"Tyler-"
"I punched Craig" I said. Silence filled the room. "Why?" Bryce asked.
"Because I'm a dumb fuck up who doesn't give a shit about other people's feelings!" I yelled standing up. "Tyler-", I cut him off by punching my glass window. Glass shattered and was shoved in my hand. "Fuck!" I yelled falling to the ground clutching my hand.
"Oh my gosh! Dad! Dad!" Bryce yelled. My dad walked in and saw everything.
"Tyler what the hell is wrong with you!" He yelled. "What the hell isn't wrong with me" I laughed staring at him. My parents had me and Bryce at a young age, about 17 or 18. He was 30 or 29 now I really never payed attention. He looked so young and terrified. He dialed 911. Bryce explained everything to the paramedics. When they hung up they both looked at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned in pain.
"Tyler why do you get yourself into these things" my dad sighed. I started pulling pieces out that weren't deep in my hand. There was so much blood on my carpet, on me, on my dad. The paramedics arrived and I got in the back of the ambulance.
Craig's POV
I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I got up and went into my bathroom. I rubbed my eyes as I walked. I looked in the bathroom to see my helpless mom trembling as she walked out. She didn't even look me in the eye. Psh, coward.
I closed to door and locked it. I looked in the mirror to see a giant bruise covering my left cheek. My cheek was swollen so I decided I'd go to Jon's for help. I slipped my shoes on and walked to Jon's. I knocked on the door and heard a muffled, "I'll get it". Marcel opened the door, "oh hey Cr- oh my gosh! Your face!" He yelled pulling me in. Jon and Evan looked over their shoulders and walked over to me.
"Damn... what happened?" Jon asked running his thumb over my cheek. I contemplated telling them the truth or not. I just shrugged.
"Ev, grab my kit from the upstairs bathroom" Jon said. "Craig, tell us what happened" he demanded. I shook my head as a tear glided down my cheek. Jon kissed my head and hugged me. Evan came back down and handed Jon the kit. Jon started to apply a cream to my cheek. "Was it your dad?" Jon asked. I shook my head, They all looked at me confused. I know Evan's just shocked because now he knows what really goes on behind closed doors.
"Then who?" Marcel asked.
"Craig, we just want to know alright. We're not going to hate you"
"But I hate myself for leading him to do it"
"Who?" Marcel asked.
"T-Tyler" I sobbed. Evan looked shocked (shooketh) while Jon and Marcel gasped.
"What happened?" Jon asked. I explained everything and they all hugged me.
"You'd think I'd be used to it my now" I said.
"What do you mean?" Evan asked. My breath hitched. I jumped off the counter as the boys stood in front of me. I slowly took my shirt off. Bruises on bruises on inches of my skin. Evan gasped while Jon had tears in his eyes.
"You hungry?" Jon asked.
"Starving"
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Saturday"
"Craig! It's Monday!" Marcel yelled in disbelief.
"I'll make you a sandwich" Jon said.
"But first I have to put your gauze in so you don't hurt your tooth and cheek", I nodded. He slowly put the gauze in and I winced a little at the pain. When Jon was done he started making the sandwich. I smiled, thankful for having such wonderful friends, I was truly blessed with the sweetest friends.
"Uh, guys" Marcel said looking at his phone.
"What?" I asked. "Bryce just texted me. Tyler's in the hospital".