Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 103 - Medicine to his rage

A little bit longer chapter just for you. Also before you start reading, I want to point out the incident that happened to Mini and Jay. I can't imagine the world without these two, that's my big 'NO' right here, and I'm really happy both of them are ok. So please... just be safe, all of you, ok? ❤❤ Enjoy ^.^
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(Craig POV)
I sat down in the living room, staring at the display of my phone.

C'mon, call me. I know you want to, I want to. Call me!

I growled in frustration, putting my head on the couch I was sitting on. I felt nauseous, disappointment over my behavior towards him.

My phone buzzed, which caused my body shot straight up. Grabbing it into my hands with hope, I looked at it. Wave of disappointment washed over my body.

L: I can't stop thinking about you.

I put the phone back on the table, lying down back on the sofa. I curled into the ball, taking a deep breaths.

I should stop pretending. Luke doesn't deserve this. Tyler doesn't deserve this. But I don't want to be alone, I'm scared. I have to talk with Tyler! But what excuse do I have this time?

I heard slamming on the door. With my racing heart, which was near my neck from the fear that time, I walked to the door. I looked quickly through the door to see Tyler. I quickly looked around. There was so much mess, I was looking like mess. I quickly backed away from the door, starting to clean a little.

"Gimme a sec!" I shouted, running into the bathroom.

I fixed my hair, fixed my appearance. Then I walked towards the door, nervously opening it. It was at that time I noticed how he looked like. He had bruises on his face, his eyes filled with rage and sadness. He walked passed by me without a single word, walking towards his room.

"Hi?" I whispered confused.

I heard breaking sounds, shuffling. I moved myself to his room, peeking inside. Tyler was throwing things around.

"Tyler?" I said loudly.

He looked at me, and I noticed tears in his eyes. It crushed me so hard. I hadn't seen this side of him yet.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," he replied to me, opening his closet.

What's going on?

He pulled out some bag, opening it. He threw out guns and knifes on the bed. Through my body flew fear. I didn't know what to expect from him.

"What is going on?" I asked silently, carefully watching his movement.

"Say goodbye to your fucking friend, this is his last day," Tyler growled at me, checking if some of his guns are loaded.

"What? What friend?" I asked, when he grabbed two guns, walking passed by me.

I followed him into the living room, where he turned his PC set on.

"Tyler, please... tell me what's going on?" I demanded.

"Bring me the ropes, they're in the closet over there," he commanded.

"What happened?" I ignore his order, instead asking a question.

"Forget it, I'm gonna take them," he mumbled, walking towards the closet.

I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him, and it worked. He furiously looked at me. It hurt me so much seeing him like this. There had to be something really bad that happened.