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(Vanoss POV)
I woke up in the warm and soft bed. Ignoring pounding in my head, awful post alcohol taste in my mouth, I slowly started to be aware of my surroundings.

The first thing I notice was the fact that I wasn't alone. My arms were wrapped around some body, my chest pressed against the back of that person. The second thing I recognized was that it was a girl with dark brown long hair.

Alright, no need to panic. This is a good sign, this means I'm back in the old tracks. Why does it feel like I cheated on him, though? Why am I not feeling satisfaction?

Slowly unwrapping her body, I got off the bed. The world around spun for a little and I had to wait a few seconds, before walking out of my bedroom.

On my way to the kitchen, I checked Craig's room, just to find out it was empty. I started to make myself a breakfast, something really light.

"I can't believe I'm in your house."

I turned my head and saw that brunette girl from the bed. She was wearing my shirt, which looked oversized on her body. It made me angry. Angry at myself that I slept with her, at her that she was still here.

Who let her borrow my shirt? Who let her stay here?

I put the food on the table and started to eat, when I noticed how she awkwardly stood there.

"Can I get some of it?" She asked, scratching back of her head.

"You can keep that shirt, but now get out," I replied.

She seemed hurt by my words, but I didn't care much.

"It's true what they write about you," she mumbled, which caught my attention.

"What do they write?"

"That after what happened you closed yourself, every single emotion. That psycho messed with your brain."

After her words I acted instinctively, without any thinking. Slamming my hands on the table I stood up.

"He's not a fucking psycho!" I yelled at her, my body shaking with anger.

She backed up a bit, then quickly run away. I sat down again, trying to eat the rest of my food, feeling awful for what I did. I knew I should have moved on, but it was really hard. The last thing I heard was the door slam, as she left.

Maybe I should have say thanks at least. I'm such an asshole. Well, where's Craig?

I stood up, going back to my room for my phone. I grabbed it and saw a message from Mark.

M: Look, what a lovely bird we have here.

I clicked on the photo and saw Craig tied to the chair with tears on his face. My heart stopped beating, my legs stoped listening and I fell down. My body started to shake uncontrollably, the worst scenarios were coming up with the memories about me being tied up. So many thoughts and questions attacked my brain, and I wasn't ready for it.

No! It's nothing, it has to has to be just a prank.

With shaky hand I grabbed my phone again, trying to keep calm, and then I texted Mark back.

E: Stop being such a bitch. Release him, I'm coming for him.

The respond came immediately.

M: It won't be that easy. You won't find us. I hope you said the last goodbyes to him, he's dying in three days.

My world spun a little and my heart raced.

E: This is not funny.

M: Tick tock, tick tock.

I decided to call that fucker, instead of sending some messages. He answered it.

"Fischbach, you motherfucker. This is not funny, where's Craig?" I yelled into the phone.

"But this is not a game, Evan. He has to pay for what he did."

What he did? What?

"He hasn't done a single thing! What's your problem?" I asked still loud.

"He killed Ryan! Oh, wait... he hasn't told you? I thought you two were best friend. Later sucker."

And with those words he turned the phone call off. I put the phone back on the ground, my mind trying to thing straight.

Ryan is dead? Oh my god! Of course, that time! This is completely my fault, I advised Tyler to go with Craig, I helped them killed him. How can Mark think Craig killed him though? It was Tyler! Wasn't it?

I quickly stood up, determined to do something. I changed my clothes, grabbed a phone and called Frank to pick me up. It was time to visit my enemy. And I really hoped he would help me, even after what happened.

Frank picked me up right on time. I recalled the address Craig once told me he was with Eric at. It wasn't anything pompous, nothing luxury as I would say. Saying my thanks to Frank, I walked towards his door.

I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes, before slamming on it once again. The door opened, revealing a man I knew well, the man I hated, but he could give me a hope. He wanted to shut the door, but I opened it widely.

"Get the fuck out!" He yelled at me, shoved me out of the house, and shut the door.

"Tyler! Tyler, I need your help," I screamed, slamming on the door again.

"Please, I beg you. I need you, I need your help," I continue, after hearing no response.

"It's about Craig, he... he was kidnaped."

At that moment the door opened again.

"What? Kidnaped? By who? Is he ok?"

"Can I come in? I don't want discuss this over the door."

He moved away and I walked in. I sat down in the kitchen, but he didn't let me rest.

"Talk."

I showed him the picture, scanning his reactions. He went from worried to angry and pissed.

"Where is he?" He asked slowly, his eyes piercing coldly my soul.

"No idea. But this guy..." I showed him another picture, this time with Mark on it.

"This guy called me that he had him. I know you're angry at me, but help Craig. He's not as strong as me, he needs somebody to watch over him, this could break his soul."

"I met him. That's one of the fucking guys that hurt him after you lost Craig in the fucking bet, isn't it?" He said bitterly, and I shamefully nodded.

"We will get Delirious."

My world stopped for a few seconds, his last sentence resonating in my head.

Delirious. Delirious. Delirious.

"Let's go."

Tyler's words dragged me back, but my body was already filled with nervousness. I didn't expect to meet him again so soon, I didn't expect meet him at all.

"A-are you sure?" I stuttered nervously.

"Craig is in fucking danger!" He raised his voice, and I quickly nodded.

I have to be strong for Craig, he needs our help. He needs Delirious, I need Delirious.