The lonely house

TYLER'S POV

"Damn!!" Pete exclaimed and rushed to see what happened to him, even though his strange attitude was irritating and unfair.

I tried to remove his leg from where it was stuck. "Hey! Don't touch me." Pete resisted, and I stepped back, but I couldn't leave him there. He might be stubborn, but Selena told me a lot about him. It was my time to pay him back abundantly.

Pete finally managed to remove his leg from the hole. He started bleeding profusely. I watched him struggle, but I didn't go close to him again. It was already getting dark; Selena was nowhere to be found. I was deeply worried about her; her presence was my strength, and her smile was my laughter. I missed her.

"Hey!" Pete called, but I didn't respond to him because he didn't mention my name. My anger raged. The fact that it helped me shouldn't give him the right to insult me. I was never in his class and would never be.

He waited for a moment and called me again. "Tyler!"

I turned back, and our eyes met. I wait