He Drugged Me For Her Future Chapter 06

He Drugged Me For Her Future Chapter 06

Mrs. Patterson was clearly not a morning person. 

She slammed the door shut. 

The hallway went quiet. 

Tyler stood there, still holding the breakfast that 

was slowly getting cold. 

She left? 

She sold the apartment? 

It felt like someone had punched him in the head. 

He shook his head automatically, almost laughing. 

No way, Emma could not have left. 

Her parents were gone, and he was the only 

person she had in the world. There was no way 

she would leave alone. 

His heart started racing. 

Then he remembered the way she had looked at 

him outside the principal’s office. 

Calm. No questions. No tears. Not even disappointment, like she had completely let go. 

Something inside him cracked, and a cold rush 

flooded through, he started shaking. 

Tyler braced himself against the wall. With a trembling hand, he pulled out his phone and frantically dialed Emma’s number. 

Busy signal. Again. Still no answer. 

So he called the number on the realtor sign and 

got into the apartment as a potential buyer. 

He walked slowly through every room. 

And slowly, the truth sank in. 

Emma Watson, the girl he thought would never 

leave him, was really gone. 

His phone buzzed. 

He answered instantly. 

But the name on the screen was not the one he 

had hoped for, it was Madison. 

“Tyler, where are you?” 

Her voice was practically bubbling with 

excitement. 

“I went to school today to see everyone off for the SATS, and I found out Emma Watson didn’t even 

show up. The whole class knows. I think she 

moved out of state.” 

She paused for a second, and when she spoke 

again, she sounded like she was smiling. 

“Tyler, now she is finally not clinging to you. We 

can finally be together out in the open.” 

“Stop.” Tyler cut her off. His voice was hoarse and 

barely recognizable. 

Madison noticed something was off. “Tyler, are 

you crying? Didn’t you always say Emma Watson 

could not live without you?” 

“Well look at her. She is doing just fine. She left without even looking back. What are you worried about? You said you only pitied her, right? Isn’t this 

a good thing?” 

His knuckles were white around the phone. 

He wanted to argue back, but when he opened his 

mouth, nothing came out. 

She was right. Hadn’t he always thought of Emma 

as a burden? 

Hadn’t he said he only took care of her because he felt sorry for her? 

Now that she left on her own, he should be 

relieved. 

So why did it feel like someone had ripped a hole 

in his chest? 

“Say something.” Madison’s voice had more hurt in it now. “Tyler, you are not regretting this, are you?” 

Tyler didn’t answer, because he didn’t know the 

answer himself. 

Tyler bought the apartment. Then he lay down on 

Emma’s small bed. 

He closed his eyes, and all he could see was her 

face. 

He remembered so many things. 

He remembered her running after him with her hair 

in two little pigtails, her voice tiny and 

high–pitched, yelling, “Tyler, wait for me.” 

He remembered the day the car ran over his hands 

when he was ten, the day he saved her. She screamed and cried, holding his hands and asking, 

“Does it hurt, Tyler? Does it hurt?” 

He remembered the months after her parents 

died, nightmares every night. She would call him 

crying, and he would stay on the phone with her 

until she fell asleep, sometimes all night. 

Back then, having her need him had felt like a gift. 

When did that change?