Yeah, so this happens 😂. Look, I'm prepared that many of you won't probably like the way we're heading, but bear in your mind that Evan loves Jonathan, and when I say love I mean like real strong bond love, ok?

You all know I'm trying to contain reality into the story and I can feel that many of you're thinking 'In the real world, Evan wouldn't do this or that.', but people! He suffered from Stockholm syndrome, he fell deeply in love with Jonathan, he's willing to do anything for him... no matter what happens. And no, it's not that he doesn't remember anything that Delirious did to him, it's just he believes in Jonathan. I'm not sure if I explained it properly, but either way I'm going to continue my way.

And don't take this like an attack from my side, oh please don't ❤️, I'm just little bit afraid of posting this chapter, because of possible reaction. Sorry for this long ass author note 😂. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I heard sobbing, I felt somebody's body underneath me. I heard familiar voice, familiar lullaby.

Lullaby my mother always sang to me, whenever I was crying, I was scared, or I had a nightmare. Lullaby which reminded me her undying love.

So hush little baby, don't you cry,
Daddy loves you and so do I.

I finally saw through my eyes, pushing away the last pieces of Delirious back. I was inside Evan. He was tied to the bed again, tears on his face, his eyes closed, while he was silently singing the lullaby I knew too well.

I quickly untied him, backing away from the bed. I felt Delirious getting control again.

"J-Jonathan?"

Give up! Let me out!

I looked at Evan, seeing him sit up. I felt Delirious forcefully taking his control and I fought him back.

"Run!" I yelled at Evan, ending in the corner.

"J-Jon?"

"Tyler! Get Tyler!"

You're weak. There's no chance for you. Jonathan, you need me. You won't survive without me, you know that.

I saw Evan running away, immediately feeling better, stronger. I knew I needed him, but I could suppress him. Just like before.

I need you, but Evan also needs me. He needs me, not you.

Evan was screaming my name. He was begging me to fuck him, he doesn't care about you. He's just a horny slut, he needs to be shown where his place is.

He cares. Just a little bit.

He didn't save you, he didn't come looking for you. He was here the whole time. And you know I'm right.

You're right.

I saw the door open again, I saw crying Evan in there. It hurt me so much to see him like that. He didn't deserve any of this.

"No! Evan..." I warned him, blacking out.

When I opened my eyes again, he was hugging me tightly, crying.

"I'm your Teddy Bear. I'm your Teddy Bear," he was mumbling.

I felt a gun in my hands, quickly throwing it away. I wrapped my arms around him, finally feeling free of him.

"My Teddy Bear," I whispered.

He looked at me, uncertain about all of this. I hated myself for letting Delirious out in the first place. For being a weak bitch in a Red Room.

"Jonathan?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry," I whispered, when he hugged me even tighter.

"Tyler is on the way. How much time do we have? Is there a way how to get rid of him?"

"He's gone, it's just me."

For now, at least. I need to visit my house.

"I'll go now," I mumbled, pushing him away.

"What?"

"I need to go somewhere," I informed him.

"B-but where? Why? When will you return? I-I will go with you!"

He grabbed my arms, but I wiggled it out forcefully, making him back up from me.

He's scared. He's scared of me.

It hurt me to see that. I wouldn't imagine see so much fear in his eyes. I saw it earlier but that was the times I tortured him. It made my heart bleed.

"I need to make sure Delirious is locked deep down."

I need to make sure Delirious won't hurt you anymore.

"Let me go with you. I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you died," he whispered.

"I'll come back. I'll answer you every question you have, but I need to go now."

"You always say that, and then you always disappear."

I quickly dressed myself, looking at him. His lips were freshly cut. I couldn't stand the view on him.

"C'mere," I whispered, pulling him softly into a hug.

"I'm your Teddy Bear," he whimpered silently.

"I won't allow anybody to hurt you, I promise. And I'll definitely make sure I won't hurt you. I'm so sorry, Evan."

I heard slamming on the door downstairs, I knew Tyler was here. I used Evan's inattention, walking around him. He grabbed my hand desperately.

"No! Don't leave me now, don't disappear again. I can finally talk with you, I can finally see you. Don't take this opportunity away from me," he begged me again.

"Evan," I started. 

"No! I lo-"

He was cut off, when we both heard a loud noise from downstairs.

"Evan?! Delirious?!" Tyler yelled, we both heard footsteps coming upstairs.

I walked towards Tyler, ignoring Evan behind me. Tyler looked at me, pointing a gun at me.

"It's me, Tyler," I whispered, he scanned me carefully.

"Motherfucker," he mumbled, putting his gun back.

He pulled me into a friendly hug and I sighed, feeling Delirious inside me trying to fight. But he was too weak now, now when I had my Evy-bear.

"I need to get back home. He's still here," I informed him.

He pulled away, nodding his head. He looked behind me, then looked back at me.

"He hurt him?"

"Much worse. I'll contact you as soon as possible," I replied, already walking away.

"Jonathan! Jonathan, please. Don't leave me!" I heard Evan's voice.

I'm sorry. I need to make sure Delirious won't hurt you anymore.