Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 104 - Old friendship

This is going to be a great day! ☀️☀️
And yes, you can put aside those tissues, I wouldn't do it! Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I opened my eyes, gasping for the air. It took me a while before I realized what was going on. My whole body hurt, like I was hit by a bulldozer. I was lying in the bed in for me unfamiliar surroundings. I sat up, slowly getting off the bed. I noticed a few bruises and fresh cuts on my body here and there.  The door opened, reveling Luke.

"Rise and shine, Jonathan."

His enthusiastic mood, along with his wide smile, was pissing me off. I silently waved at him, standing up.

"So what happened?" I asked, not recognizing my voice.

The last thing I remembered was Luke giving me tetrodotoxin in Mark's house.

"He chose you, would you believe that?" Luke said amazed, and I frowned.

What?

"I prepared some lunch for us. Don't forget what we agreed on."

"I'm not hungry," I said, my voice cracked and silent.

"Ok," he replied a bit down.

I need to see Tyler. He's capable of killing everybody, and I'm not sure how he's doing right now.

"I remember... 11 pm. I'll be here," I said, walking passed by him.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and I looked at him.

"I'll be here," I repeated.

Sure, he helped me out with everything, but I hadn't seen him since I was 8 years old. He changed a lot. Not only his appearance, but also his character. He wasn't my protective best friend anymore. At least that was my first instinct. Not to trust anyone.

I left his house, walking right towards Tyler's place. As I approached the main door, I heard shouting from inside.

"I swear... open the fucking door!" Tyler yelled, and I heard footsteps.

Quickly hiding behind the corner of the building, I saw Craig walking out of the house. He locked the door and walked away.

What's going on here?

I approached the door, just to confirm what I had witness. It was locked. So I moved myself to the kitchen window, which was opened, climbing through it. I walked towards Tyler's door, taking a deep breath.

He's going to freak out.

I slowly unlocked the door and opened it. Tyler was sitting on the ground, his back leaned against the closet, his head in his hands. He was broken.

"Tyler," I whispered carefully.

His body tensed, his head turned my way. Our eyes met. He opened his mouth a few times, then closed it. Within few seconds he stood up, violently pushing me out of the room.

"You motherfucker!" He yelled, punching me into the face.

I could easily dodge that. He was weak, slow, his vision blurred by the tears, but I let him hit me. Under the pressure I stumbled back and hissed in pain.

"You piece of fucking shit!" He grabbed the nearest plate, throwing it at me.

I dodge it, hearing the scattering sound. He started to throw every thing that came under his hand, calling me many names, cursing me.