yungblud imagines || d.h

nashville || pt. 1

dom's pov

my palms sweat as i feel my heart beat at the walls of my chest, every rib feeling as if it could shatter at any moment. this christmas was supposed to be ours together; i can't even reach her. i panic to get in touch with her parents, but the line is dead.

how the fuck could something like this happen?

my mum scrolls through every article trying to find live feed from local stations in tennessee; i can't help but burry my guilt and sorrow in the palms of my hands as i cry for her.

could i really have lost her?

three hours earlier...

your pov

bang.

i hear faintly from consciousness as i try to inch back to my slumber.

bang bang.

the noises multiply more and more in five minutes and i've become fucking restless. groaning, i throw my sheets off of my body and attempt to wake up. the next few moments are silent; i've allowed myself to slip out of consciousness. just as my mind prepares to drift away, another loud bang roars from outside my window.

what the fuck?

wait...were those...gunshots?

i rush over to my window quickly to see what the fuck is going on. peering out from left to right, i see nothing. a singular family recreational vehicle sits parked only a few feet away.

strange...but it's nashville, not much that isn't strange already. i decide to pull my head back in as it begins to freeze from the glistening snow that falls outside in slow motion.

ahhhh....a white christmas.

i snap a picture of the view before sending it to dom.

merry christmas 🤍 needing you more

i text my parents and my best friend, riley, who lives across the street in a group chat:

merry christmas 🤍 sry it's so early, but is everyone alright? i heard shots earlier

i wait a few moments for a response: there's nothing of course. they were probably still asleep. i lay back down in the warm bed of my studio apartment in downtown nashville, wrapping myself into a burrito of blankets before quickly falling back asleep.

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the sounds of more shots followed by sirens linger through the narrow streets, which was somewhat normal, but usually never on christmas day...something terrible must have happened, i hope everyone is okay.

i check my phone to see that it's only 6:05...maybe just twenty more minutes...

the faint sounds of my own snores mix with continuous rings from my phone, and the faintest sound of a woman's voice...or...someone's voice.

i open my eyes to see no one else in my apartment; i check my phone.

6:25 a.m.
december 25th, 2020

ten missed calls

ten voicemails

twenty unopened messages

i rub my eyes in an uneasy fashion.

mom: y/n are you safe?!?!?   6:15 a.m.

dad: y/n where are you???!!!!!    6:15 a.m.