Tyler
I walked closer to the house. Although I looked confident in the car, I felt shaken by my actions.
The worst part—I enjoyed it. I liked having the power in my hands, where I watched Angel falling apart in my hands.
Somewhere deep inside, I started to realize I have a problem. He has an obsession with me. I'm not sure what kind of obsession it is or where it came from. When did it even start?
None of it even makes sense.
Both of us are supposed to be brothers, but I crossed that line tonight.
I shake my head with a faint, tired sigh. I entered the house. The house was cold and dim. Hard to see through my eyes, and only flickers of light appeared.
Then a ding sound rang through my pants signaling someone had texted me. It must be Nino. I haven't heard from him for a while. Maybe he found some clues about the video.
Pulling out the phone. Mariah—Hey. I still don't know how to thank you. But I want to try. Can we talk?
