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48 : "Tyler Is Jealous...?"

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MINI LADD'S FOREHEAD IS BIGGER THAN MY FUTURE

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This clearly proof that I have 50% life and 50% no life... XD

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"So, you're Marcel?" Evan asked among the silence in the car. "Yeah. And it's a good thing I randomly found you two near the street. I mean, I have this one text message that Craig sent to me. And I wondered why he typed with typo errors," the brown-eyed man said, his eyes focussing on the road.

Tyler raised a brow and said, "Wait, he sent you a message?"

"Uh, yeah. Why do you ask?" Marcel said.

Tyler turned his head and looked at Evan, whispering, "Why didn't he text me? But texted to this guy?"

The Canadian man looked at his friend weirdly, wondering why he would ask that question to him. And seeing his friend's face, Evan could tell there's some misunderstanding between Tyler and Marcel.

"Tyler, are you---actually, 'jealous'?" Evan whispered, but Tyler just shook his head. "What? No! I'm not jealous of 'cause Marcel here got a text message from Craig and not me!"

"I think you've misunderstood my role here. I'm more like the info-receiving guy and send it to his friends because his phone battery is low and could only text to one of us only," Marcel explained with a smile on his face. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. You mean, Craig texted you so that you'd find us and tell us that he's in trouble like that?" Evan said.

"Pretty much. I mean, I live in NYC for a long time, and know how the people here are and shortcuts around this hectic city. Luckily, he texted me that you guys were still at that familiar club, because my brother likes to go there during weekends," Marcel explained again. He quickly took out his phone from one of his jeans pockets and slid the screen, trying to focus on the road while searching the text that his British had sent to him. "Here, read this. Don't mind about the spelling errors. He immediately called me saying that he doesn't have much time---thanks to his stupid phone."

Tyler quickly grabbed the phone and read the text.

Craig : M4RCE1 HEL9 M€¥!1!1 PLZ FHND TÝ/=r & ĚVÅ₩ qÜ[CĶ!¡+^% B|g tŘOUBL€ G0T FOcK1Ņg K_DN@Pp¥d 8Y \ukE

Evan stared at the screen, as his eyes narrowed, trying to understand what his friend had texted. " 'Marcel help me please find Tyler and Evan quick big trouble got fucking kidnapped by Luke'?" The Canadian man read it out loud, as Tyler listened. The turquoise-eyed man just glared at the screen, but Evan felt like there was something inside of his tall friend that was slowly burning.

Why, Marcel? Not me?, Tyler thought, giving back the phone to the man who was driving. He folded his arms over his chest, his bottom lip stuck out in annoyance. He didn't seem really happy about his boyfriend texted to Marcel.

Despite that, he could not just admit that he was jealous, right? But for his Canadian friend sitting next to him, I guess he could understand the expression his tall friend was giving. But saying that Tyler was jealous about Marcel out loud would make the two ended up into a fight . . . And he did not want that to happen. They needed to focus on rescuing Craig---if they could find him, somehow.

Tyler just stared through the transparent car window, his brows were now wrinkled up, having a thought of killing that 'Luke' man for kidnapping his precious 'cinnamon roll'.

"Ty, you okay?" Evan's soft voice had awakened the man from his daydream. He looked on his side, staring at the Asian man, his chocolate brown eyes widened worriedly at his turquoise eyes. "I'm fine, Ev. I'm just . . . " He paused and sighed, looking down to his feet, and couldn't stop thinking about his British boyfriend.

"You're what?" Marcel asked, his eyes kept glancing the two men at the back seat and the road, focussing on where he was driving to.

"I hope that bitch doesn't hurt my Craigster," Tyler growled silently, his eyes looking at his dimp reflection on the car window.

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"Wait!"

"What, bitch?!"

"Why are you doing this?! I-I don't understand!"

"You're such an idiot! Don't you get it? Evan has fucking stolen someone special away from me!"

Another slap was delivered at the Britishman's pale face---but now, his face had blood flowing nonstop; his arms, chest, back, and legs had horrible and terrifying blue, black and purple marks over them, and he got a cut on his lower lip too. His body was almost covered in blood; the beatings Luke had done towards him were nonstop, and were done mercilessly---only because of jealousy and anger filled inside his heart.

"P-Please! I've never done anything wrong to you! Besides, I hardly even fucking know you!" Craig screamed, tears streaming like a waterfall down his bloody face, his glasses were already broken into pieces on the floor, and his vision was extremely blurry due to his eyesight.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! I wanna make that asshole come and rescue his friend, while in the mean time, I can---probably---kill your so-called 'boyfriend' along the way, while Evan is busy rescuing you. Also, I'm gonna make Jonathan as a bait, to see how far he could handle to watch one of his friends die first," the bearded man replied with an evil smirk formed on his face, and his lustrous red beard had some stained blood on it, making him looked like a bloodlust pirate living in the modern day New York.

"No! You're not doing that!" The lad shouted at the top of his lungs, fearing his friends' lives at a dangerous stake. He struggled to get out from the tight chains that tied his arms on the back of the metal-but-rusty chair, while his legs were tied to the front legs of the metallic chair. The corroding metal kept making the legs of the man itchy, and he was desperate in needing to scratch them.

"Just shut the fuck up, you motherfucker!" Luke slapped the spectacled man's across the face, spat some blood from his mouth. "Just please! D-Don't hurt them!" Craig begged, crying in the darkness.

"Oh, you'll see . . . " The bearded man grinned devilishly, and slammed the wooden door shut. "For I have something special for your friends . . . "

The laughter of the man faded slowly, as the Britishman just looked down, continuing to cry.

"Guys," he whispered between the sobs, "please be careful . . . "

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