Adrenaline (Delirious x Reader)

Twenty Six

"Fucking hell, Evan..."

Those words, they slipped out of my mouth and left a nasty aftertaste. I was almost surprised at my own bitterness. Almost.
Evan's expression turned cold and he stared out of his dull eyes, that had hurt him more than i expected. But what did he want from me? A hand on his shoulder and an 'It'll be alright'?

No, not from me. Besides whenever is any fucking thing 'Alright'

However if this was was more than enough to get under his skin, i wonder how much he could still take. What would drive him over the edge? Or had he reached breaking point. Although i knew, it wasn't my place to think so. He had abused himself enough, he needed trust. And i needed him back to his old self.

Evan paid no more attention to me and put the bottle of whiskey to his mouth for a big swig. Clearly having no problem draining the warm stinging liquid down his throat. His eyes darted around the room for a while almost mimicking a wild animal until he looked back at me, there was a pained expression on his face. "You have to get yourself together man, I.. we need you." It was true, i needed him, Sly needed him and the rest of the crew were waiting to welcome us back home alive. But he didn't even blink at the sentence that gave me a fight in my throat to get out.

The man with the most experience on the field, on the streets and behind bars out of all of us and now, he looked vulnerable. I could finally see how truly exhausted he was. I would've told him i could do this alone, i could get her back on my own. Without anyone noticing and no death or destruction. But that would be a lie. I needed his help.

And maybe it's what would bring him some peace.

My thoughts were all over the place Will i go down the same path? A sentence shot trough my head. Just as miserable? Alone?
I gritted my teeth and called myself weak.
And a terrible friend.

Evan raised the bottle to me as if to celebrate something, almost like we used to. After completing a heist or two.
"I'm a fucking asshole, don't make the same mistakes i did." He said, there was a dull shimmer of gold in his eyes before they rolled back and he passed out. The bottle fell and rolled over the floor, empty..

I felt distraught, i wouldn't think that i'd ever get to see this side of him. Hell..
And what did i say? Fucking nothing. There was a knot in my stomach and my chest was heavy. I decided i had to leave, leave his room, leave this damned place. But i couldn't, not until i had her safe back with me.
If she's still alive.

A blank mind and a messed up orientation gave me a hard time finding my own room, i pinched the bridge of my nose as i hung against the nearest wall. "What the.. fuck." I groaned out. I wouldn't call myself the most mentally stable person. But now, i was even further down a dark and never ending hole.
It's what you deserve.
Nothing like this used to bother me before, actually nothing used to bother me. And now, it sticks to me like glue that won't come off.
No matter how hard i scrub it seems like i'd have to take my skin off with it. I picked myself back up and reached my bed, never had i celebrated some sleep this much.

|| Sly ||

The guards hands wrapped around my arms, it was a surprise to feel something warm touch my skin again. Where will they take me? The feeling of warmth died down quickly once they buried their nails in my flesh and dragged me to my feet. I knew struggling had no use but not even trying would be even worse. If i could just trip one of them maybe i could take the other one on my own. But noticing how easily they were dragging me along i shook off that thought. Instead of escaping i worked along. I took steps with them, moved my arms. Anything to try warming myself up.

I will need my body if i wanted to get out of here, however my mind had already slipped away and was running trough the rain. One foot after the other, as if i was a small child learning to walk for the first time. What did this place do to me.