"Tyler...You need some rest. You've been on the computer for almost the whole entire week without sleep." Craig told me as he walked in my small office that I have in the house. "Baby, I'm fine. You should be the one resting, it's past your bedtime." I tell him as I kept staring at the computer looking through Marcel's phone.

When I went to beat him up, I sneakily took his phone that was in his sweater pocket. It's called pickpocketing bitches!

"But...but." "Baby I'm okay, I'm doing this so that I could be able to find the poor frightened Evan faster." I tell him as I look away from the computer and stare into his worried brown eyes. I get up and pull him into a hug.

"Lets take you to bed." I tell him as I pick him up and take him to our bedroom. Slowly I lay him down and tuck him in, I know that he is scared right now about all of this. He is scared that something worse might happen.

"C-Can you lay down with me, please?" He asked me as I take his glasses off him and lay down beside him, pulling him close. His head resting against my chest probably hearing my quick heartbeat because I drank like five cups of coffee and two energy drinks.

Then the sound of silence filled the room as I stared at the window where the moon shined through. Our house isn't that big than Jon's house but it sure is warm and suitable for us. It feels like home to us.

All of a sudden Craig's snores started to get rid of the silence which made me smile and stroke his back softly. I even gave him a small kiss on the head.

It was quite peaceful hearing him sleep like this like baby piggy, but my mind is constantly thinking about Evan and Jonathan. They both are the opposite from each other almost like Craig and I, but they are both so different from each other.

Jonathan likes gore and watch people suffer in pain. He even kills people slowly, enjoying it with a slight grin. He is a crazy motherfucking clown that just laughs maniacally for the stupidest things ever, even when he gets all excited. Also he is one horny bastard that fucks the shit out of Evan, I even feel bad for Evan's poor ass. At least what makes things better is that he is gentle and caring with his baby boy, giving him the amount of love that Evan deserved after all these years of pure depression and stress.

Then there is Evan who is pure and innocent, but can be fucking serious sometimes if you mess with him. Like that time when he beat the shit out of Marcel that even two cops had to hold me him back and even handcuff him. Not only that but he gets suicidal when it comes with emotion and when someone just turn their back against him just how his parents did to him.

Now about Jonathan, Derrick has been constantly letting me know about Jonathan's feelings. He first said that he felt empty, then anger, and finally empty again. He send me simple text messages. For example, "Empty" and "Mad."

Not only that but it's been like a week that Evan has been missing and their wedding is nearby too...I've been wondering if they will make it to their own wedding which is on Evan's birthday.

The light of my phone disturbed my thoughts so I reach for it and look at my notifications while getting blinded by its bright light.

DerDick: Mad, scared, panicked
(A/N: That's the nickname that Tyler put for Derrick on his phone)

I chuckled just by reading at the nickname that I put for him. Derrick or should I say DerDick! No...well I'm not good at joking around man! I'm not the joker in this friendship, but I can at least try.

"Master turn that off...it's bothering my eyes..." My baby mumble out so I turn off my phone and place it back down on the nightstand. "Sorry babe, just got message from Derrick and that's all. Go back to sleep precious." I tell him as I kiss his forehead.

Then the sounds of his snoring filled the room, getting rid of the silence in this room. I didn't even know that I also fell asleep with him in my arms, feeling all relaxed and putting all of the problems on the side so that they wouldn't disturb my sleep.

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My eyes snap open as my body automatically sprung up with my arms slightly shaking. I look around my surroundings seeing that I was in a white room, all alone. It was dark and the moon shined through the window. The beeping sound was heard from the heart monitor which made me look at it, seeing so many wires come out of it and lead to my body. I rip off them all off because it started to disturb me.

"Evan...Evan is in trouble. I have to go save him. Bring him back." I mumbled taking multiple huge deep breaths. The annoying straight beep from the monitor was heard, supposedly showing that I'm dead, but I'm not.

BITCH I AM ALIVE TO KICK SOME ASS!!!

I walked wobbly towards the door until I saw a mirror hanging there against the wall. I walk up to it and noticed all the scars on my face and arms. The cast on my arm and my legs covered with bruises and bandages. Slowly I lift the white shirt up revealing many more scars and bruises, including some big stitches.

My blood started to boil up quickly and my hands turn into fists. I swung it to the motor seeing all the glass shard break and shatter on the floor.The remaining shards were still there and I could see my eyes shining. Shining with anger.

"Daddy needs to express some rage." I said as my lips turn to a grin as I walk up the door and open it.