Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 60 - Statement

"Here are you things. Get dressed," he commanded like my mother.

I did what he asked me for, and then followed him. I wanted to check upon Delirious, but Craig didn't let me. He dragged me into the car, through the paparazzi, and in a few seconds I was being moved to my house.

As Craig promised he didn't left my side even for a few seconds. I didn't mind it that much. I loved him to bits. I knew he was crushed, because of Tyler.

"Your parents are coming over. Should I go away?" He asked me with a small smile.

We were lying in the bed, watching some show on HBO Craig told me it was great. We were snuggling together, and I enjoyed his warmness. I looked down at him, as he was on his phone.

"You crazy? Stay, please. And stop checking your phone 24/7! He's fucking asshole when he can't even text you how he is. Let him be, Craig."

We both heard a door opening, and I pulled Craig closer to my body. I knew who that was. My parents.

"Evan, sweetie!" My mum shouted from downstairs.

"I'm up here," I responded, shouting as well.

"Don't you dare move, ok? I don't have any energy or strength to be with my father alone," I whispered to Craig.

My parents came into my room, dad piercing my best friend.

"Thompson! You haven't showed up in the work for this entire time... just reminding you, you're fired," he started coldly.

I looked at Craig, completely unaware of his absence in the work. On the other hand I understood it.

"How are you, honey?" My mum whispered, sitting down on the chair.

"I'm fine. Why didn't you showed up in the hospital?" I asked but frustrated.

"We wanted, truly, but then-" My mum got interrupted by my father.

"Can I speak with my son alone?" He asked the others.

I tighten my grip on Craig and watched my mum leave.

"Thompson?" Father said.

"I-I..."

"This is still my house, he can stay here," I replied annoyed.

"I want to ask about things only you and me know about. You still really think it's good for him to listen?"

I was confused over his words, but slowly nodded. 

"Come back as soon as possible, ok?" I asked my best friend, letting him go.

He left with his head bowed and eyes glued to the ground, shameful in front of my father. Once the door closed, my father started. 

"Did you say it?" He asked.

"What?"

"Did you say the numbers?"

I quickly frowned, feeling anger boiling inside me.

"That's it? You fucking came here to ask me about the code but that's all what you care about? You don't even want to know how am I? What all I had to live through?"

"Oh, c'mon Evan. I can see you're healthy and energetic. Oh by the way I expect you to be at work let's say... on Monday?"

I couldn't believe what he just said to to me. After everything that happened, he couldn't even show a single sympathy emotion towards me.

"No, father. I haven't tell him a single thing," I said through the teeth.

"Good, good. Well see you on Monday," he replied without any sign of the smile.

"Craig!" I shouted, feeling anger and sadness flowing through my body.

I needed my cuddle buddy. He came into the room along with my mother.

"So Evan tell me-" My mum was interrupted once again.

"We're leaving," my dad informed her.

I motioned Craig to lay next to me. Once he did, I hugged him, forcing my tears to back up.

"But I haven't even spoken with out son!" She complained.

"You'll have plenty of time another day. I need to get back to work. Besides he told me he's tired."

My mum looked at me, and I clenched my fists.

"I'll see you very soon, ok?"

They left me and Craig alone, and we both fell into silence. I listened his breathing, which was calming me down. 

I almost forgot about that statement! What will I write into it?. I won't write anything about David being the worst bodyguard. I'll write that I was chained downstairs this whole time, no Tyler, no being a doctor, no helping them catch Ryan. Just me and this dude next to me. And then Delirious came downstairs and shot him, then heard some noises and ran away. But the gun was on the ground when they barged in, and they surely took a fingerprints. So I had to write that Delirious forced this man shot himself. Amazing! Yeah I need to write about some torture, my leg still has a scar. Well and how did he look like? The most beautiful blue eyes, softest short brown hair, amazing body with scars, sweetest taste of his lips. No! I mean he was tall, with green colored eyes, black hair. Athletic body with tattoo on his left arm, tattoo of some skull and dragons and woman. Yeah, that could be some psycho right?