Killin And Chillin (h20vanoss)

Chapter 10

Evan pov:

Unbelievable. How did I not see it? The shuddering. The hesitation. When I asked about the last name delirious tensed up. I knew it.

"Delirious is this true?" I asked. I felt tears in my eyes and my throat close like I was being choked.

"Yea but do you think I wanted to do this? My parents were killed and I was raised by my murderer and forced to kill year after year! Is that what you went through!" Delirious shouted. I could hear the frustration, sadness, anger in his voice. Tears fell from his mask and he couldn't wipe them away. For once in my life I felt bad for someone we chained up. Maybe because I had feelings for him.

"No I didn't know. John why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I tried to make it sound soft and trusting up he only struggled more against the thick chains.

"My name is delirious, and I am done talking to you. Bye." He growled. I flinched at his anger and exited the room. I didn't care of my dad saw the weakness I had. This was wrong. My father didn't care about how I felt. Never did.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. Dialing Luke's number the ringing went on for a few seconds.

"Hello?" I heard Luke's concerned voice on the other line. I opened my mouth but closed it knowing I would choke up if I spoke.

"Luke, my dad has del chained up, I know about you two and I'm on your side. I'll help you both escape and kill the principal. My dad doesn't care about me." I managed to croak out. He must of known because he sighed and cursed under his breath.

"I'm sorry man, I'm glad you made the right decision. Meet me at my house tonight with John. I know you already know his name." Luke explained. I nodded my head and aggrieved.

"See ya Luke." I said and hung up. My dad entered room and I straightened my back acting like a soldier.

"He won't talk anymore. Only smart come backs. Give me information." He ordered. I made my face fierce and my eyes cold.

"I don't know anything about him sir." I spoke in a harsh tone. He smiled and grabbed my chin lifting it up so I could look at him.

"I know you do. Aww, your eyes and face. Just like your mother, always hiding your emotions." He smiled. I snapped my head away, out to his grip and paced a little.

My mother died years ago on a mission but my dad didn't even try at the funeral. He only became the man is because there wasn't any love in his life. That was when I was 12.

"It's more like yours. Expressionless and cold. Cold hearted person who doesn't care about anyone except money." I replied but whispered to myself at the end.

"Go into the room an confront him. Talk to him and try to figure out where is base is so we can ambushed it." He ordered. I didn't want to. He looked at me waiting for a nod. I shook my head and glared.

"Do it before my guards do it." He snapped. I took a gulp and made my way to the metal door containing my struggling friend.

I opened the door and I saw a fist connect to John's face by one of our guards. I snarled and pushed him away pointing take the door.

"Out." I snapped. My voice sounded like ice and the guards stared in shock but nodded. He stumbled out trying hard to pry is eyes off my own. I smaller the door shut and grabbed the keys. I put them in my pocket. John wasn't looking at me and his head was down and he was breathing heavily.

"Hey Delirious I have a plan. I got off the phone with Luke and we are gonna escape and go to your house with Luke. And kill the principal." I explained. He looked up and I saw his eyes light up.

"Thank you." He choked out. I felt guilt rush over me and I hugged him. His shirt was off and my arms and chest were covered in blood and cuts. We stayed that way until I heard the door click open. I push her away and cleared my throat.

"One last time, where is your base or your other partner." I asked. I could sense my dad was behind me observing the scene. John raised an eyebrow and caught on.

"I'm not telling unless you take away the chains." He answered with a bored and sarcastic voice. I smiled and winked at him before turn I g around and changing my facial expression is nothing.

"He won't say like you said so we should give him food, water, clothes, and a bed to sleep in for the night." I was afraid my dad would caught on to my plan on making John comfortable. I never suggested anything to a prisoner so it must be a surprise.

"Fine only because he is your friend." He growled and exited. Once he left I let out the air I didn't know I was keeping in. John smiled at me and fist bumped me. I walked to the door and exited. My dad was there and he crossed his arms.

"You do not speak to your guards that way! Do you understand?" His voice was strict and usually scared me. Having John in my mind made it easier to face thing.

"Nope and I really don't car Sid I hurt their poor feelings or not. They only work with you for money any ways." I smirked and walked to a spare bedroom. We escape tonight and I'm done with my dad.