Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 75 - Paying for the past

❤️ Morning ☀️️. I hope this chapter is gonna answer your questions and clear some things. I know many of you are waiting for Evan and Del meeting again, they will. 🐻☺️ Enjoy ^.^.
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(Craig POV)
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the headache raising. I groaned and looked around. My heart stopped beating instantly.

This isn't my room.

I spotted the ropes around my hands, torso and legs as I was being tied up to the chair. I froze, trying to supress the feeling from the alcohol adventure, and trying to recall my missing memories.

But as hard as I tried it was for nothing. I remembered me and Evan drinking at the VIP lounge. I remember dancing and kissing some men, then nothingness.

My body was consumed by an avalanche of emotions. Fear, confusion, unknown of the future.

Where am I? Why am I tied up? What happened? Where's Evan? Is he ok? Oh my god! Evan!

I tried to get out of the ropes, but they were tied too tight. The door slowly opened and I spotted man with familiar features.

I had to blink a several times as he turned the lights on. His hair were shinier then I had remembered, which led me into conclusion that he had to dyed them recently. I felt in danger, totally uncomfortable around him. I remembered everything he and Mark had done to me.

"Jack," I whispered as a greeting.

He was silent as he walked towards me and checked the ropes on me. I took a deep breath.

"Why am I here? What's going on? Where's Evan? What are you doing here? Why -" I was rudely cut off when he slapped my cheek.

"Shut up, already. Ya know why are ya here," he said, anger resonating in his tone of voice.

I felt tears in my eyes. This wasn't something I wished to happen, I didn't want to show him how weak I was. But his slap was hard and I was weak. I tightly closed my eyes, trying to understand why I was here.

"Why?" I asked with quivering lower lip.

"Ya fuckin' kill him! Ya and yer friend, or lover, or whatever ya two are on."

"What? What are you talking about? Kill who?" I asked, opening my eyes.

I started to panic, being terrified. The things that Mark and Jack did to me were still haunting me. I knew what both of them could do.

"Ryan!" He yelled into my face.

Ryan? What? He's dead? What? This isn't happening. How? When? And why am I connected with that?

"Ryan is dead?" I asked silently. 

Jack narrowed his eyes, slowly shaking his head irritated.

"Yes! And ya fucker killed him!"

"I haven't even knew..."

I started to understand a few things. The facts that didn't had any value in that time.

Oh my god. Ryan is dead! I-I killed him. That one time when I pour that liquid into his drink. I'm murderer, I'm a killer!

"In my own opinion I don't think ya killed him, ya don't have any courage for it. Weaker. But Delirious did it."

D-delirious? That's the serial killer, hitman. What is it doing with me?

"What do you... what... do you want from me?" I asked between sobs.

The door opened again, revealing Mark. I felt my tears streaming down upon my face and I couldn't hold my emotions. I knew I wasn't as strong as Evan, or as Tyler.

"From you? Nothing. You'll be used as a lure for Delirious."

"What? I don't even fucking know him!" I said desperately.

"Oh really? So you don't know him?" Mark continued.

He pulled out his phone and within few seconds he showed me a photo of Tyler. I blinked several times in confusion.

"But that's not Delirious! That's-" I was cut of by Jack slapping my face again.

"Don't ya fuckin' dare lie to us, Thompson! We saw ya in the meeting, ya killed Ryan, he killed Madison, cleanin' the mess behind."

Madison? Who's Madison? Tyler can't be Delirious, right? Evan told me that he used me to get Evan, but it wasn't him who tortured Evan, Tyler was with me this whole time. So that means Tyler is working for Delirious?

I felt tight grip on my jaw as Mark grabbed it. He leaned closer to my face, and I held the sobs inside me.

"Thompson... you want to repeat the things we did to you?" He asked me with a smirk.

"No! That's Delirious, yes, yes! That's Delirious!" I raised my voice trying to get away from him.

Mark pulled away and shrugged his shoulders.

"Look, bitch. All you have to do is sit here and wait. Let's sent a photo to your friend, I think he'll lead Delirious to us."

Why would he even care? Firstly Tyler doesn't care for me, he doesn't love me. Why would he need to run for me? So that means I'm stuck here forever? I'm gonna die here, oh my God!

I feel another pain on my cheek when Jack slapped me there again.

"Stop fuckin' cryin', ya piece of shite!"

"I'm... I'm sorry," I mumbled humiliated.

"Alright, it's done. I'm gonna have some fun with you now, bitch."

Mark appeared in front of my face, when I closely shut my eyes, trying to vanish from this nightmare.

"You like it, Thompson. Don't you lie to me," he whispered into my ear, licking it seductively.

Make him go away! Make him go away, this is disgusting! Evan please, help me. Somebody!

"Mark, let's go."

I recognized anger and jealousy out of Jack's voice. Putting two and two together I understood another thing.

He has a crush on Mark!

I felt Mark's tongue on my neck. Hearing some shuffling I opened my eyes just to see Jack's hand on Mark's shoulder, as he dragged him away from me.

"What's your problem?" Mark spit out furiously.

"Let's just go."

And with those words Jack left the room. Mark looked back at me, walked towards me and leaned to my face.

"Don't you worry about anything, Thompson. I'm gonna have my fun with you."

I gulped and watched him leave. At the moment the door shut, I began to cry loudly.

I'm gonna die here. I killed Ryan, I fucking killed him! Tyler lied to me, he used me! I hate you, I hate you so damn much.