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Part 94 - Late night visit

Thank you so much for you amazing comments and support I'm receiving. Really, I feel like the first day I've decided to write, I feel like it was just yesterday. You're all like my second family, warm home, and I feel so proud hearing Del's outro song. Cause it's true! I'm getting bit sentimental, go ahead. Enjoy ^.^
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(Craig POV)
I sighed, my heart pounding so fast. I wished Evan was by my side. I needed help, I needed somebody who could show me the right way.

I didn't feel anything when I was with Luke the previous hours but I felt satisfied showing Tyler that I'm over him. I wished he would feel as much pain as I when I had found out the truth about him. I was selfish, not caring what he may think about my decision. He wasn't answering my message, and I felt even considered sending him one more.

Giving him more time to reply to my message, I walked into the kitchen. I decided make myself a late night snack. I was in the middle of the cooking, when I hear knocking on my door.

I walked to the main door to open it, and I saw somebody I knew to well.

"Hello," he greeted me right at the moment I opened the door.

"What do you want?" I replied, slightly pissed.

He was the one responsible for Evan's safely, he was the one who should have looked after him, and yet he failed.

"I'm looking for yer friend. Is he here?"

"Is Evan missing again? Did something happened?" I asked quickly, my own heart beating so fast from all worries.

He has to be fine! Tyler promised me. Yet again, Tyler lied to me in almost everything.

"No, well I don't know. I had been waiting for him at his house for hours but he wasn't answering. So I decided to visit ya."

"Why are you looking for him?" I asked, feeling protective against my best friend.

"We need to discuss some things in his statement about that kidnap."

"Oh... if he's not home, he should be at his friend's house," I said, trying to push that bad feeling about Evan to the furtherest corner of my mind.

"Friend's house?"

"Yeah, that fucker Mark Fischbach. And tell Evan I still hate him for what he did to me," I said, crossing my arms.

"Mark Fischbach? Oh, really? Are they close friends?"

I started to feel as an witness of some crime, I felt interrogated.

"No? Yes? I don't know."

"Thank ya for this info. That's really helpful," he said, and turned around to his car.

Within few minutes his car disappeared in the distance. I sighed, walking back to my house straight to the kitchen. At that moment I saw flames at the pan, and I knew I had totally forgot turn off the stove before that agent came.

Fuck! Fuck! What do I do? Water!

I grabbed the pan by that instinct thought, and throw it into the sink, pouring a water on it. That was one of the biggest mistake I could have ever done. Right when the water touched the oil, the flames became bigger, touching everything around. I jumped away from it, watching, as the fire spread around. The smoke quickly came to me, and I had to run in front of the house, where took a few deep breaths of fresh air. I pulled out my phone and immediately called 911.

After they arrived and successfully put out the fire, I said my statement about the situation to officers. They announced me, that my house is not in the livable state, that I would need make reconstructions. They refused my wishes to get back in, claiming it was for my safety. But in there I got everything.

I need some place to sleep. Where though? I'm still pissed at Evan, so definitely not him. My parents? Oh, hell no! Tyler?

I sighed, dialing Tyler's number. He didn't pick it up for the first time so I decided to try it again. This time with success.

"Yeah?" He mumbled silently.

"Hi," I started, watching people go in and out into half-burned house.

"Craig?"

"That's me, yep. Tyler, listen... I need little help."

This is so awkward, this is going to be so awkward. But it's not my fault! I didn't intent to burn my house down.

"Are you alright?" He asked hastily, and I felt butterflies when I recognized he still cared about me.

"Can I crush at your place for a few days? My house got burned, I-I got nowhere to go. I could go to my parents, but we're not currently best friends."

He was silent for a few seconds, my heart was beating so fast. I was afraid of rejection, but I still believed his truthful words about his love towards me.

"Sure."

Sure?

"Really?" I asked, just to confirm my listening sense.

"Yes."

"Thank you!" I said with a smile, turning the phone call off.

I arrived at Tyler's place around 1 am. I was a bit nervous, but determined to act naturally. I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. He opened the door, not even giving me any looks, immediately turned away and he walked to his room, where he locked himself. I blinked several times, trying to consume what just happened.

Ok, this was a warm welcome. Maybe I should have go to my parents.

I walked in, closing the door behind me. I felt like an invader, and it was really uncomfortable, but I also remember the last time I was here.

I'll take a couch, I guess.

I walked into the living room, when his door opened again. I tensed up, quickly sitting down, and I tried to act like nothing was bothering me.

"I'm leaving." I heard his voice from the hall.

"What?" I asked confused, walking back to him.

I spotted bag in his hands, his back was facing me.

"Where are you going?" I asked innocently.

"Call me once your house is repaired, until then you can use my place as long as you need," he replied quickly, walking towards the main door.

I grabbed his wrist, stoping him in his movement. He instinctively looked at me, and I saw his eyes. They were filled with tears, red, tired. It blew me away, I had never seen Tyler like this. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt so bad. I knew I wanted him to pay for what he has done to me, but seeing him like this was too sad for me.

He didn't let me process anything that was happening. Ripping his hand out of my grip, he walked out of his house, violently smashing the door behind him.

What just happened?