Because he loved him..

24. Delirium

*Amay's point of view*

I tried to retort. "I am not. I don't drin--"

Somebody approached us and knocked him out with a single punch to his face. I staggered but they held me from falling face first on the floor.

The creep on the floor didn't even move, the guy holding me proceeded to glare at everyone.

"Nobody touches my brother!"

He had only hissed but I imagined his voice travelling around the pub like electricity. Nobody spoke. I looked up to see Ray's face looking at me in concern. He had found me.

He came to help me. I wanted to thank him, I wanted to cry but I hugged him instead. I couldn't stop shaking.

"It's okay. I am here. You are safe. I promise." He rubbed soothing circles on my back.

I didn't want to open my eyes and find myself back in the hotel or Karim's room or anywhere else, so I kept them tightly shut.

I held on him with my arms around his neck. I didn't want to let go. I don't know how he managed it but he lifted me through my waist like a child and carried me outside, I wrapped my legs around his body.

This was a welcome change. I had been pretending to be all strong and grown up but on the inside I was just a scared, sad boy.

Whatever happened at the cafe lowered my inhibitions somehow, I just couldn't bring the energy to pretend anymore.

Cold breeze hit my skin, so I was sure that we were outside, away from that hell of a place.

Ray's neck was sweating with exertion but his face didn't show any discomfort. He kept looking straight ahead.

I turned to look ahead too. The world swayed with every step he took, it was dizzying. There was nothing there. No cars, no people, nothing at all.

What was he looking at? I blinked back at Ray.

"You okay Bub?" He looked down at me.

"I saw Sam and Karim and the mansion. " I shook my head, trying to get that sight out of my mind. A headache-ish thing was making my mind fuzzy. Forming sentences was more difficult than usual.

"That Fu**er drugged you. I should've killed him." Ray gritted his teeth and grunted, shifting my slacking body a bit upwards.

"No! Dad says killing's wrong."

"Your dad was a prudish assh**e. Go to sleep." He told me. It made me angry. Dad was my dad.

"You go to sleep. You are rude!" I let his neck go and pushed his chest to get down, he swayed.

"Hey! Don't move! You'll fall down." He warned.

"I won't. I feel so light. I can fly..." I pushed a bit more and Ray lost his balance, the ground rose up to meet me but Ray shielded it from me, he huffed and cursed loudly.

I laid my head on his chest, it was so comfortable there, snuggling against him in that cold night but the ground must be tickling Ray because he kept fidgeting to get up.