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Part 31 - Drinking the problems away

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(Tyler POV)
Looking after Craig wasn't easy. Most of the time he cried, when he thought I didn't see him, the rest was just him being closed inside, building the walls around himself. I was tired of it. I couldn't properly sleep in fear that he would be running away.

So I decided to visit Delirious. I needed him to help me, while I would go sleeping, regaining some energy. In the deep night, I silently grabbed my keys and phone, locking the door behind me, heading to my friend.

I had to be quick with this, before Craig would have woken up. Delirious opened the door, leading me to the kitchen. I knew he expected some problems. I sat across of him, drinking the water he gave me.

"Craig went to police, didn't he?" Delirious asked into the silence.

"No. I'm here cause it's really exhausting. I have to pay him fucking 100% attention, and that's new for me," I replied, and my friend laughed.

"Of course it's exhausting, what did you expected? The better option is to have him tied somewhere. You can plan everything without mayor problems."

I could tell he had a good mood, and that meant that everything was perfect.

"I can't tie him. But I really need your fucking help," I started, yawning in tiredness.

"What?"

"I need to sleep for a bit. You think you could watch that dickhead for that time?" I continued.

"Of course. What am I? Your brother? Friend? How are you going to explain to him your absence?" He asked.

"Well I didn't think about it so detailed, I just want to fucking sleep," I replied.

"I'll think about something, don't you worry." I slowly smiled after his words.

"And what about Evan? How are things?"

"I understood that breaking his physical body is taking too long. So I switch it to psychical. He's bonding with me."

I frowned in confusion. I get that he knew what he was doing, but I didn't get that.

How could torture bond people together? That's bullshit.

"Bonding?"

"Yeah. It's some kind of mental ill. Doesn't matter what you did to your victim, seeing you as the only person for some time creates connection, especially when you're the only one who's visiting him. It all starts with silence you're giving him, he's going to see you as a firm point. In some time it's even safe to let your victim freely walk outside, he's not going to escape, always returns to you, like a pet."

"That's fucked up, dude," I breathed out, trying to consume his words, when he just shrugged.

"It's working. He's trying to talk to me, opening to me. Just a few more times and he's going to tell me everything."

Remind me not to mess with him. He's really messed up.

"Ok. Go get some sleep, I'm coming over your place. I'm giving you two days, rest for that time," he said, while he was standing up.

"What about Evan? Should I somehow check him?"

"Nah. He's going to survive for two days, no need to worry. He's so weak, that even if he would somehow freed himself, he's not able to run away too far."

I slowly nod, tiredness slowly taking control over my body. I had problems to stay my eyes opened.

"Night, Tyler," he said to me, heading to the main door.

I waved at him off gratefully. I walked to the bedroom, and right at the time I hit the bed I fell asleep.

Those two days gave me the energy I needed. It was refreshing not watching Craig for that time. I even forgot that Evan was downstairs in the soundproof room. I decided to get back to my job.

I locked the door of Delirious' house behind me, heading home. I knocked, and I wasn't even surprised when I saw my friend's empty expression in his face.

"He has been a good boy this whole time. A few hours ago he find alcohol, and now he's drinking his problems away," he informed me in whisper.

I slowly nodded my head, smiling at him. I gave him the keys from his house.

"Thanks, Delirious."

He left my home, and I locked the door, walking to the kitchen, where I saw Craig pouring liquid into him. I sat across of him with a small smile.

"Hi," I greeted him.

He raised his head, and I saw sparkling in his eyes.

"Eric!" He shouted happily.

I could tell he was already drunk. From the way he looked, to the way he talked.

"What are you doing?" I asked with like I was talking to some child.

He chuckled, lifting the bottle to the air.

"My life... my life is fucked. I lost e-everything. My best friend is nowhere to be seen, most likely dead... your shit-shitty boss held me here like a pris... priso... pris... prisoner,  refusing to let me go anywhere, y-y-you had to work overtimes, so I couldn't be with you, and I probably... probably lost my job, c-cause I hasn't been in there this whole t-time," he answered me with some hiccups and stutters, putting the bottle to his lips and drinking again.

Why do I have to be the guy who is listening? Idiot, I don't care about your problems.

"I-I-I just want to d-die," he whispered.

I didn't want to be with him in this state the whole night. So I stood up, walking towards him. I helped him up, wrapping my arms around him, and escorted him to the bed. I lay him in there, and straighten myself, but he sat up.

"D-don't go," he whispered, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I tried to get out of his grip softest way, but he didn't let me. Instead he kissed me. I pulled away in a few seconds, my mind blurred for a while.

"Don't go," he repeated again.

I saw something in his eyes. Something unknown to me, yet something really exciting and attracting. I found myself leaning towards him, brushing my lips against his, and before I released what I was doing, I was already kissing him again, deepening the kiss, biting his lower lip, begging him to let me in, and I wasn't fighting against it.