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Part 65 - I don't need help

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(Evan POV)
I appreciated his concerns and worries, but I wanted to be alone for a few minutes. He was guarding me like I was some prisoner. The only alone time I could have was time in the bathroom.

I still couldn't believe what Delirious did to me. I knew we weren't dating, we weren't couple, we were nothing, but I felt like he ripped my heart out of my chest. And it truly hurt.

I felt new tears streaming down, and I didn't have energy to wipe them off.

"Evan? What is taking you so long?" I heard Craig's voice.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, growling when he slammed on the door one more time.

"Evan! Open the door!" He shouted.

I did what he asked me for, looking right at his eyes. He grabbed my wrist, checking them for any cuts.

"Somebody came to visit you," Craig informed me.

Delirious?

My heart started to pound in hope, not minding the consequences if it wouldn't be him.

I followed Craig downstairs, trying to fix myself the best I could. But I stoped with everything when I saw my shrink.

"What is he doing here?" I asked Craig bit frustrated in whisper.

"Hello there Evan. Can we talk?" My shrink asked me, and I narrowed my eyes at Craig.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me," my best friend replied innocently.

"Don't you dare invite that fucker," I hissed furiously.

I knew I shouldn't be so harsh on my best friend, but on the other hand I knew who Eric truly was, I knew his intentions, the reason why did he start to talk with Craig.

I turned myself and walked back upstairs, closing the door behind me, only let them be opened in a few minutes by my shrink. I lay down, refusing to speak with him.

"It's ok Evan... you're angry. That's positive thing," he started to talk.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him. 

"I don't need your help, go away."

"I thought we had the moments of denying behind us."

"What's so positive on being angry? Doesn't make any sense," I mocked him.

"You feel. After all you have been through it's a miracle that you're thinking straight. So anger is a good thing. Why are you angry, Evan?"

Because I fell in love with a man who was my kidnaper, and he disappeared from my life, just like that.

"I dunno," I lied lazily, receiving a sigh from my shrink.

"Evan... both of us know that everything you tell me is a secret. I'm not here to judge you, or to mock you. I'm here to help, I'm your friend. I know this things needs time, especially after what happened, but I need you to understand that I'm here for you."

"One person vanished without proper goodbyes, that's about it," I said to him, feeling new tears in my eyes.

"Somebody dear to you?" He guessed, and I just nodded my head.

"Before the things with that psycho, or after?" He continued with questions.

"He's not a fucking psycho! Stop calling him like that," I growled angrily.

He went silent for a few seconds, and I sighed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered tiredly, wiping of the tears which found their way on my face.

"Who is he, if not a psycho then?" He asked like nothing happened.

Human being with a feeling. At least I thought so. Maybe they're right. Maybe he can't feel a damn thing, and our time was just an illusion for me. But he has Tyler as a friend, he has to care about him. And I witnessed how he cared.

"Do you want to talk about what happened there?" He continued, when I didn't get him any answers.

I saw images of him asking about my past, of him under me when we was talking about his scars, of me and him kissing together.

He would think I'm crazy. That I fell in love with somebody like him.  I was a straight man!

"No."

"Let's return to that person then. Who's is it?"

Delirious.

"Nobody important," I lied.

"Look... Im going to say it again. I'm here to help you, Evan. Stop hurting yourself. Nobody will ever know what you said to me. You can trust me."

"I fell in love with him," I whispered quickly, just to get it out of my chest.

"With who?" He asked slowly.

I stared into the ceiling, taking a deep breath and trying to calm my heart.

"With the one who kidnaped me," I responded truthfully.

"That's pretty normal, and what you feel is not exactly love."

I sat down, and looked at him completely confused over his reaction. I expected shock, disgust, or yelling. But he was calm.

"What?"

"It's called Stockholm syndrome. I know few people who suffered the same as you. What you feel isn't love. It's more like a bond, mental ill."

I stared at him, my heart loudly protesting something I was certain about. I felt so confused.

"What?" I repeated again more silently.

"It's hard to believe, I know. Look there's this one group, people who are at the same terms as you. It's twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. Come visit us."

"I don't need any support groups. I know what I feel towards this man, doc," I informed him firmly.

"Just one visit. You don't have to talk about what he had done to you, you can only listen to the others. It will surely help you find some answers you're looking for."

Maybe he's right. Maybe I truly don't love him. But why does it feel like I do?

I sighed in defeat, laying down again.

"Fine, one visit."