I'm No Good Without You (Tyler Joseph x Reader)

Chapter 13

"That is bullshit and you know it! Regardless, it was your brilliant plan to bring Crazy Gene here. If you didn't do that, this wouldn't have even been a possibility!" She started crying again.

"Maybe! But now that it has happened lets just go to the funeral and say goodbye and move on from this."

I started making my way to the basement but turned around. "That funny, you start saying what we all have been, as soon as you're forced to admit that you had a part in this." I grabbed Tyler by the hand and went downstairs to get ready. When I closed the door behind me, I raised my fist at it but Tyler grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it.

"Come here," he pulled me in and hugged me, and softly stroked my hair as I cried. "Everything will be okay, shh." He tried to assuage me but I couldn't stop crying. "Whenever she gets like this, come straight to my house, okay?"

"I doubt she'll let me. She can't have her hoe of a daughter spend all of her time at her boyfriend's house." I mocked my mother's statement.

"Hush. You know she just isn't thinking clearly."

"Yea, well, I don't think she'll ever think clearly again, at this rate."

"Even if she says don't, come over whenever you need me. I don't care if it's the middle of the day or the middle of the night. I will always be there for you."

"Thank you, Tyler. I don't know where I'd be without you. I love you."

"I love you too. Now, get ready so we can get this over with." I found a simple black dress from my closet and slipped it on. I just put my hair in a bun, slipped on my glasses and called it good. "Beautiful." Tyler said as I exited my bathroom.

"Oh, shut up." I joked.

"But I'm serious! You could be wearing sweatpants and have your hair crazy and in your face and I would still think you are the most flawless being to ever walk the planet." I blushed at his words and went back upstairs. Only Rayna was there, still clutching her cheek where she was hit.

"Hey, guys. I'm so sorry she was like that. She is a bitchy drunk. She and dad left in their car, I can take you when you're ready in mine."

"When do we have to be there by? I don't want to be there any longer than I have to." It sounded mean, but I simply meant I didn't want to see my dead brothers any more that necessary.

"We don't have to be there as early, so we can leave in like an hour."

"Okay, thanks Rayna." She went back upstairs and left Tyler and I in the living room. We sat down and turned on the T.V.. As soon as we realized nothing good was on, we turned it off and sat in silence. "I don't want to go." I finally said what I had been thinking repeatedly.

"What, why not?" Tyler faced me and inquired.

"I don't want to see them 'one last time.' I don't want to say goodbye. I just want them to come home so everything can be normal again." I started tearing up but I willed myself not to cry.

"I understand, but there's nothing you can do to bring them back. Not going to say goodbye isn't going to make it so you don't have to say goodbye, it will just waste your chance to see them again. I know it isn't the same as really seeing them again, and it isn't as good, but it's what you've got and there is nothing you can do to change that." He was honest and it hurt to hear, but I needed to. He was right; I couldn't make the situation better, so I just had to make the best of it.

I hugged him when he finished talking. "Thank you Tyler. I really needed to hear that."

"I'm sorry what is going on is so terrible, and I wish I could help you, but I'm just a man, I'm not a hero." We both laughed a bit at his reference to one of my all time favorite songs. "Sorry, sorry. Bad joke." We sat on the couch together a little while longer until Rayna came back downstairs.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, lovebirds, but we should get going." We stood up and followed Rayna to her car. Her little car was exactly what you'd expect of a 20 year old college student. So many starbucks cups. So many. We drove to the funeral home where Axel and Aaron's funeral was being held. There were quite a few cars parked outside, many of which were people we didn't know who came simply because the twins were shot at the same school their kids go to. Somehow that obligates a person to go to a stranger's funeral, I guess.

Once it was time for the service to start, everyone fled into the chapel. We sat through the normal, boring, memorial like stuff, but it got interesting once family members starting going up to say a few words. My dad didn't say much, mainly their successes in sports, and academics and how proud we were of them. My mom went up a blubbering mess. We didn't understand a single thing she said. Rayna was next, she just told about some family memories with the boys, many of which happened before I was born. When it was my turn, I stood at the front of the large room and looked at the people sitting before me. In front was, of course my immediate family and Tyler because I asked him to sit by me. Scattered throughout I found a few distant relatives, uncles, aunts, cousins, people like that. Then there were family friends, and the rest were strangers. Well, not strangers, I'd met these people before, but they were the type your parents run into at the store, or something. "What is there for me to say? That my brothers were ripped from us unfairly, that no matter how long I wish and pray for them to be back with us, it won't happen. Yes, we had our differences and our arguments but I would apologize to them for each and every one if we could have them back. But that's not how it works. You live, then you die. During the time we have we make many decisions, a few good ones, a whole lot of bad ones, but all that really matters is that we hold onto and love who we have. I simply wish I'd realized that before we lost them." My mom stumbled to her feet.

"'Ripped from us unfairly' my ass! It was your fault they got killed! Your fault!" She shouted at me and everyone gasped in shock. My dad tried getting her to sit back down but she stood firm. "If you hadn't been such a stupid little shit and gotten yourself grabbed, we wouldn't be in this spot!"

I decided to be mature and just ignore her. I walked to where I was sitting, grabbed Tyler's arm and walked out of the chapel, leaving everyone else to deal with that mess that was my family. Tyler and I left and were standing outside the funeral home and it, of course, started raining. "If you want, you can stay here and wait for your parents to leave, I think I saw them in there." I told Tyler. "But I am going home." I started walking in the direction of my house. Tyler planted himself in front of me.

"It's like a 10 mile walk. You can't walk home." He tried reasoning with me but I wasn't having it. For the second time in one day my mom blamed me for the death of my brothers.

"Watch me." I tried to walk around him but he just stepped there too and blocked me. We did this a few times until I was done playing his games. "Just let me go!"

"No." I was getting angry and loud but Tyler stayed calm the whole time.

"Why not, huh? I don't see any reason not to."

"I can give you a few: it's raining, for starters, it's also 10 miles. You never walk. You can't just decide to walk 10 miles home. I won't let you."

"You can't decide what I do and don't do! I'm definitely not staying here."

"Babe, I know you don't want to, but just wait until the service is over, and the burial and then Rayna can take you home."

"I'm not waiting! I'm walking home!" I went around Tyler and finally he let me pass. For a second. After about 10 steps, I felt two arms wrapped around my waist. "Hey, put me down!"

"No." He said his signature response again and held me in the air as I squirmed. Eventually I gave up and just went still. "Are you calm now?"

"Yes, I'm calm." He sat me down on the curb and sat next to me.

"You can hate me all you want but I am going to make you wait here for your sister, okay?" I could tell he wasn't giving up, and I just didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore.

"Fine. I will wait and I will hate you." I folded my arms over my chest and turned away from him.

He sighed and shook his head. "Why are you so stubborn all the time?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know she's fictional and that she was created in mah mind, but I hate the mom. Why would I create someone I hate you ask? Because that's just how I roll. I hope you caught all of the song references in this chapter, because there were many. So many. BAIIII