Mysterious Boy - McLennon

27.

(A/N- TW/ mentions of self harm and blood)

John was watching TV downstairs with Julia when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. At first he was confused, nobody ever rang him. His right hand reached over to grab the TV remote on the table, and Julia eyed him oddly. John muted the TV.

"One minute..." He told her, finally grabbing the phone.

He turned it so that it faced him, confused when he saw that 'Princess ❤️❤️' was calling him.

That was Paul.

"Cute." Julia smirked.

John shook his head fondly at his sister's joke, swiping his thumb left and accepting the call.

"Hello?" John asked, putting the phone to his ear.

"John! John!" He heard Mike cry down the phone.

Panic immediately rushed through John's veins. Why was Mike calling him from Paul's phone? And why was he crying?!

"Mike? Mike what's wrong?!" John rushed out.

"My Daddy! H-He pushed Paul! Paulie's on the f-floor..." Mike sobbed down the phone. "Johnny please help!"

John gasped. He barely had time to think.

he said the first thing that came to his head.

"I-Is he awake, Mike?" He tried to calm himself down, speaking clearly to the boy.

"No! His eyes are closed!"

Oh fuck. John felt his eyes tear up at the thought of his Paulie, lying knocked out on the floor.

"Is there any blood?"

"His a-arms! His legs..."

At the mention of Paul's arms, John's mind went to dark places. Paul hadn't cut  them... Had he?

No, Paul wouldn't do that...

"John! Johnny please!"

"Okay, Mike..." He tried to breathe. "Me and Julia will run over now... But once I hang up the phone, i need you to hold the round button and say the words 'call 999'..."

Mike just sniffed.

"Mike.... Mike listen to me." He urged, strictly. "Are you still there?"

"Y-Yes." the poor kid's voice sounded broken.

"You need to tell them to go to 20 Forthlin road and that your brother is unconscious... Okay?"

"O-Okay, John."

"Now, hang up."

The phone went dead, and John rushed to his feet, leaving the TV on. Paulw as more important than the news. Julia rushed after him, terribly confused.

"John... John what's happened?" They were already at the door, John shoving on his father's abandoned and old trainers.

"Get your shoes on... Paul's unconscious..." She gasped, reaching for her boots. "Mike said his father pushed him... His arms and legs are bleeding."

"God!"

They didn't even get their coats on, as soon as their boots were on their feet, they had left the house, running down the street. Luckily Paul's house was only a 5 minute walk away, if they ran they could get there in 2, 3 at most.

Then John remembered... He hadn't even asked Mike to check if Paul was even breathing.

But Mike would have told him...