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Part 48 - Closer then ever

Sweet morning I wish you ❤️. Something most of you have been waiting for. I've edited and rewrote this part couple times, not entirely happy with it. But this is the best I can give you so far. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan's POV)
I tried to redirect my thoughts, but they were always returning to the picture of that woman. I didn't know how to feel about it. She was another hostage on the same level as me, so I should have helped her, but on the other hand I knew she hurt him. And he almost died, all because of her.

The saddest part was that he closed himself once again. He was avoiding me, cut any conversation I wanted to have with him, and I was slowly sinking into a depression. I didn't know what did I do wrong, or if I didn't do something he wanted me to do.

It was at the middle of the the night I couldn't sleep again. I walked down to her room, silently as I could unlocked her door and walked in. She raised her eyes at me, and I knew how was she feeling. Immediately I felt the same as she, being tied up, hopelessly waiting for another day. I leaned myself against the frame of the door, scanning her, while my emotions were flipping and switching inside me.

"Help me," she whispered.

I felt something moved in my heart, guilt and pity maybe? I did a few steps towards her, watching her body tensed, her eyes widening, filling with new hope.

She hurt him. She betrayed him.

I shook my head, trying to be reasonable.

I should help her, free her. But I remember what happened with that girl who had helped me. How mad he was. And I don't want him to be mad.

"Please, untie me. We... we can flee together, please," she continued in whisper, looking behind me and checking the opened door.

He's paying more attention to her, then to me. I shouldn't me jealous about it, but I am. Why? I should be happy he will leave me alone.

"Evan... you're Evan right?" She whispered again when I didn't moved a bit.

I flinched at her words, frowning a bit, but then I nodded.

"Evan listen... you... you don't need to be afraid of him. I'll help you. Just get me from these fucking chains."

Delirious wouldn't want that. He almost died because of you, I almost lost him.

So I stepped back, turning away from her, heading to the kitchen. I fastened my walk as she started to scream, and I was so afraid that Delirious would have woken up. I was making myself a snack, just some eggs. I knew he was sleeping, that was my prediction anyway, and I had an urge feeling to see him. Like somebody pulled that invisible string again.

I washed the plate and the pan I left behind the cooking, and walked to his room where he had closed door. Silently and slowly opening the door I peeked inside. I gave a few seconds to my eyes to adapt to the darkness inside the room. I walked in, closing the door behind me.

He was sleeping, and that was my only chance to look at him without being a creep. I already admitted that he was attracting me more that he should have, and that he may have change my view on him. As the day of my death was coming I wanted to try the only thing I had never done sober, and most likely not even as a drunk. I knew Craig would laughed at me, and then welcomed me into his group. But I was afraid of his reactions, maybe I wasn't his type, maybe I disgusted him.