Chapter 17
Tyler woke up and checked the time. He squinted, trying to make out the glaring numbers. It was too early. He rolled over and tried to go back to bed, but images from the night before played in his head, and they made his stomach turn. He got out of bed carefully, as to not wake Jarod. He needed additional time by himself to get his head on straight.
He padded into the kitchen and turned on the light above the stove. He poured a glass of orange juice and headed into the living room, where he sat and peered through the curtain and into the night’s darkness, trying to get his mind to empty, or at least clear itself so he could make sense of his thoughts. His mind was back on Keith, and the way he’d played Tyler.
The hand on his shoulder almost made Tyler jump out of his skin.
