Chapter 51: Do They Know?
(TYLER)
"You look beautiful, Tyler," Angelo says. "Sexy as always."
I glare at him. My heart is pounding and blood seems to be rushing to my ears too fast. I’m dying to punch him in the gut. "F...Fuck you." I drag the insult. I no longer feel tongue-tied. I’m too angry for that. The fear has morphed into pure rage.
"Aaah, come on, Tyler. Don’t be like that." Angelo smirks reaching to touch my cheek and I smack his hand. "We had some awesome time together."
"Good time?" I grit my teeth. "You tried to kill me." That comes out a little too loud for his liking but I don’t care at this point. I’m not worried because the room is noisy with the hum of conversations. I doubt that anyone is even paying close attention to us.
"Now did I? You got it all mixed up. I just gave you an extra bag to be nice."
"You gave it to me knowing I couldn’t refuse. You knew I was already too high and it would be dangerous if I took more. Stop lying. You wanted me dead."
He narrows his gaze. "If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead, Tyler."
"Nonsense. Why then did you leave me convulsing on that motel floor? Why did you kick my hand away when I begged you to help? You left me for dead but you know what? Your plan failed. Someone found me before it was too late and we both know that isn’t because you called for help either."
"I didn’t know you needed help." He shrugs nonchalantly.
"I was fucking convulsing." I hiss.