Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 83 - Corrupting the pureness

I'm so so so sorry! I missed regular update schedule time, I know it. It's 10:03 pm. And I'm finally home from work. I had been there for whole day, starting at 7 am. and ending at 9 pm. I'm so tired but money!! I hope you will forgive me. I know it's MiniCat, nothing is really happening here but 2000 words? C'mon! Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler POV)
I wasn't pleased at all. I was still mad at Evan, now mad at Craig for not punching me in the face. The things would be more easy if he wasn't such a cutie.

"Alright. I need to go back to my house. My boss needs another contract," I announced this to Craig.

He looked at the bottle on the counter just for a few seconds, then looked at me and nodded.

"Sure, go ahead."

I stood up, grabbing the whisky into my hand along with my phone, and walked towards the main door.

"Give it back!" He shouted, and a few seconds later I heard his footsteps behind me.

I turned around and shook my head in disagreement.

"We're in the circle again. Craig, you have to stop drinking," I said calmly, while inside me I was furious about the sad phase he was going through.

"Like you care," he snapped at me.

"I love you. And I know this is not a solution. Look... I'm here for you. You don't need any alcohol."

I noticed his cheeks went redder, and it made me somehow satisfied. There was still something in him that was interested in me, even though I didn't want him to be. I hurt him so much, I was selfish.

"I-I don't want to be alone. I can help you... with whatever you're suppose to do for your boss."

"What?" I asked.

"You know everything about me. My life, my job, my dreams and nightmares. But truth to be told I-I don't know much about you. And friends should know this things. So let me grab a jacket and we're good to go."

This is not a good idea. But what can I loose? Delirious won't find out about this, and I can be around Craig longer.

"Fine," I mumbled, and watched Craig run to his room.

I decided it would be for the best if I took the alcohol with me. So I left the house, throwing the whisky into the bin. I took a deeb breath and got into the van. Looking at the all things I gathered for Craig's rescue made me mad again. I didn't understand why would Evan do such thing. He acted so terrified and so convincing. Maybe it was his way to punish us all.

"I-I thought you left when I didn't see you in the house."

Craig's voice dragged me into the reality, and I smiled. He had a power to calm me down, to force my mind think about nicer things.

We arrived to my house in a twenty minutes. We both got off the car.

"Would you like to help me with these things?" I asked and opened the back door.

Craig walked around the car to me and looked at what I was talking about.

"What are those things?" He asked curiously.

"Some types of guns, grenades, and knives. There are bullets for the guns, in there are binoculars and silencers. In this cra-" I was cut off by him jumping into my speech.

"Why do you have it?"

"This was meant to be used for your rescue. Except for this gas machine, that's installed for here."