Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 136 - Revealing a past

Words can't properly express how was I feeling, how still I'm feeling, after reading all of your supportive comments.
I knew you were here for me, but when I needed you the most, you truly were here. Thank you for that! ❤️ (And yes, I'm fine again 😊) Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
"Alright, hop in," the young man said, walking around his car to the driver seat.

I opened the passenger door, getting in. It was so weird for me, maybe because I didn't know if I could trust this guy, or anything about him at all.

"So, what's the reason for you to hunt his ass down?"

Finally get my answers once and for all. Say him, how much I love him and I'm willing to do anything for him.

"I just want to ask him a few questions," I replied, looking out of the window.

"Interesting. Couldn't you just call him, or something like that?"

"What are you to him?" I asked instead, avoiding the question.

"I heard you killed him, why was Cry saying such things?" He shot with the same ammunition.

"Can you just drive me wherever you're driving me right now?" I mumbled.

"Sure."

The rest of the drive we were both silent. The city wasn't that crowded, like LA was, and I saw it more like a family town. We stopped in front of some house, I felt Bryce's stare.

"So this is it. His old house. Take as much time as you need, after that you own me," he said, smiling.

"Thanks."

I got out of the car, looking at the building. It looked modern, but old at the same time. Like it had so many memories written in the walls. I took a deep breath, walking towards the door. It surprised me, when the door weren't locked. I opened them, walking in.

I was nervous, anxious. I felt like invading personal life of Delirious. His memories, his past, his life. I heard a silent noises from upstairs, but I couldn't recognize the meaning.

Are his parents home? What about his siblings? Who's paying for this house? Is somebody living here?

I slowly walked upon the stairs up, going by the noises, which transformed into a lullaby I knew too well. It was a female voice, singing it so silently and so melodically.

I opened the door, from where the lullaby was coming, revealing something which stoped my heart. Delirious was sitting in the corner, with his head in his hands, his knees pressed against his chest. A recorder in his hands, from where was a women singing.

"Jonathan?" I whispered, feeling so bad for disturbing his privacy.

He raised his head, which caused my heart to bleed. His blue eyes, puffy and red from crying, filled with sadness and desperation, his hair messy.

"Evan?"

His tone revealed his confusion, maybe he thought I wasn't real. He quickly stoped the lullaby, the room sunk into a silence.

"You could have let that play. The women had a great voice," I smiled softly, hurt to see him like this.

"It's my mother. She loved singing this lullaby to me."