I'll Kill You (Part 1)

Chapter 3 (Crash & Burn)

The van arrived outside my mother, and fathers house. I thought that I would have been happy. Part of me was happy to be back to my kids. Happy to see anyone else? no.

While in rehab I had developed this hatred for everyone else in the world. Even the two very people who brought me into it. It was clean now, I'm sober. That's what everyone wanted right? everyone thought that all I needed to do was sober up. Little did they know , I was extremely angry. I have been dealing with basically a bully who wants to sabotage my life completely.

I been dealing with that so long that rehab has put my mental health over the edge. Now I wanted revenge on anyone and everyone. Even my own parents.

The driver gets out leaving me in the car while he walked up to my parents door to let him know that we are here. I had no feelings to hurt anyone until I seen my kids. The driver gets to the door knocking three times on door.One minute and about thirty seconds later, the door starts to open. My mother and father are both at the door and exchange a few brief words. All three of them start heading towards the vehicle. The driver unlocks my passenger side door with his car key and opens the door slowly. "We arrived at your destination Tyler, bet you're happy to be back home huh" The driver said. I just looked at all three of them without saying a word. I did not speak a word. My parents gained a concerned look on their faces once they realized, or thought anyway that I was mute and not moving. A few moments later I started to get out of the truck. "Where are my kids?" I said plainly. Making sure I made as little eye contact with either of my parents as possible. "They are inside asleep. All of them are taking a nap, we figured we get them the nap earlier so we can have time to settle in honey, you know all the kids, your mother, and I missed you very much" My father said.

My father brushed past me to head towards the trunk to grab my bags out of the truck. I started slowly walking towards the front of the house. Saying nothing else as my mother tried to reach out for a hug. "Don't f*****g touch me" I calmly told my mother. My mother quickly fixed her arms back down towards her side. "I can't get a hug Tyler? I haven't seen you in a month, I've missed you baby" my mother said with a shaky voice from holding her tears in. "Tyler give your mother a hug now or you won't be walking in that house, we thought today would be a happy day, but you're making that very hard" My father ordered.

I turned around looking at my dad before rolling my eyes at him I fixed my lips to say "f**k you". I turned around and gave my mother a hug.

"Mom, you say you missed me? why the f**k did you send me away and keep my kids from me then?" I asked my mother. "Sweetie, nobody keeping your kids from you. Me and your father, as your parents who love and care about you so much and want you to be better just watched after them for you" My mother replied with sympathy starting to fill her voice.

In my head I started feeling bad. My parents are, and always have been amazing parents.They never been perfect, and hell we have all made mistakes haven't we? I still decided to treat my parents like crap for about two months after I was released from the hospital.

I started doing research during these first two months that I was home. Now I never told you guys the full story on the bully that I have in my life, who has been around for some time.

I don't know who they are, it started when I made i********: for the very first time. I wanted to find friends from across the world. One day I had got a random follow from this new page as well. They had 100 followers and followed 3 people. I was thinking maybe they were kind of to themselves as people. They sent me a private message to introduce themselves. I introduce myself back. we stayed in contact for the next 6 months after that.

Never meeting in person or even having a video call only audio calls. I had gained what I had thought at the time as a friend. Someone I can talk to who and who would listen. I knew the person was a female, and that she told me she live in Texas with both her parents and had 3 siblings but no children. Of course, I was obviously naive.

Not knowing what the future held with the friendship, I started telling her all of my problems I had. Not really noticing that the only other thing I knew about her was her supposed name. Which she said was Sinclair. I thought the name was extremely beautiful. She would seem like a good listening ear for awhile to gain my trust in her before the weird stalking and sabotage would start. I definitely didn't know what I was getting myself into with this Sinclair.

I would shortly start to learn and understand that Sinclair was not my friend. Only I would learn the very hard way that destroyed me as a person for the rest of my life.