Chasing After What I Love (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8 (finally)

A/N: Sorry it's been like over a month gah but here you go<3>

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Austin's not moving. I-I found his body and he's all torn up and and I'm scared, I think he's d-dead" I cried, staring at his peaceful face. "M-my Austin is d-dead."

"Sir, we need you to calm down, okay? Be sure to check his h-"

"BRING AN AMBULANCE, NOW!" I screeched and gave her the information before throwing my phone and pacing around the room.

What kind of monster would do this? Especially to someone so perfect and sweet.. I bit at my nails, constantly glancing over at Austin.

What was taking them so long?

My mind traveled back to memories of Austin. Happy ones. Not his body laying there unconcious, possibly dead. Austin and I onstage. Austin planking. Austin making stupid dick jokes that I loved so much. Austin's smile. Austin's laugh. The look on his face when his lips met mine during Truth or Dare..

It was then that I began to realize something.

Austin really did love me.

And something even scarier?

I loved Austin.

My head jerked up to the sound of sirens pulling up by the bus.

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Alan's P.O.V

I sat by his side for I don't know how long. The doctors said Austin was just unconscious and I should be thankful it wasn't worse. Just in case Austin couldn't remember what had happened before he woke up, the doctor took a sample of the DNA inside Austin and let the Scientists take over.

He was raped.

This was all my fault, if I wasn't so set on getting alcohol for myself, I would've been here. I could've stopped it.

Then again the guys were the ones that left poor Austin all alone.

Austin, though. God, I couldn't get over the fact that someone had taken advantage of him. Austin may be sweet, but he was also strong. It must've been someone stronger. Also, someone he trusted, seeing as how they got so close to him. He probably didn't see it coming at all.

I looked over at Austin.

His face was pale and his body looked limp, but his face still looked peaceful.

"Austinn," I tried for the hundredth time, lightly poking at his arm.

I sighed after I got no response and placed my hands in my lap. It was then that I realized how tired I was. My eyes burned and my body ached.

After a while, a nurse with light blonde hair and too much lipstick walked in with kind, tired eyes that looked old and worn. "Why don't you go get some sleep, sweetie? Austin will be here in the morning." I shook my head, pressing my lips tightly together. She sighed and sauntered out.

And what about the guys? Oh, they visited for a couple of hours. Then they all left to get fucked up. Or so, I assumed. Beau had stayed the longest, then said that Lights needed him and left.

I glanced around the room for about the thousandth time, the walls were pale and looked especially hospital-like with the little boquet of yellow daisies leaning against them. Beau had brought them, he really cared about Austin, just like myself. I respected him.

I tore my eyes from Austin and rubbed them before silently making an oath to myself,

I, Alan Ashby, will do my best to quit drinking so much alcohol.

I knew Austin cared about me, but that was the problem. He was the only one that was concerned with my.. problem. All the other guys thought it normal or just didn't think anything of it. But Austin did. Austin did because he cared..

Look where that got him. I was off doing what he was so worried about, and he was getting raped.

I flinched at the never ending cycle in my head. The constant worry, blame, and sickness cycling through.

Is this what it felt like? Being in love with someone. Not being able to sleep until you know for sure they're okay, spend every waking moment thinking about them-

I licked my lips, my mouth was dry.

No alcohol.

I glanced at the small cup filled with water.

It didn't look the least bit appetizing.

"O-ow."

My eyes flashed to Austin quickly with hope before realizing it was a visitor.

Beau bit his lip before looking at me, "Sorry.. I stubbed my toe." He whispered, lifting his injured foot as a sign of proof. "You're still here, man? It's been hours since I left. He doing any better?" He walked over to sit on the edge of Austin's bed.

"Same as he has been." I said, a little too weak for my usual tone.

Beau sighed, "Baby is worried about him, too." He said softly. 'Baby' is what Beau had been calling Lights lately. Cute, but weird. I knew they were married, but 'Baby', to me, was just a pet name. Not something you actually called your significant other as a second name.

But since when did that matter?

"Everyone is." I didn't mean for it to sound as bluntly as it came out, but I didn't care enough to apologize for my tone.

"I wonder if he'll be himself when he wakes up.."

I gave him a dirty look, "Of course he will, why wouldn't he?"

Beau sighed,

"He got hit pretty hard, Alan."

"I know. I've spoken witht he doctors. He'll be fine. Just a little bruising, no concussion or anything." I said firmly. What was wrong with Beau? Wasn't he supposed to be encouraging?

"Sorry."

"I swear to God, when I find the son of a bitch who did this, I will tear him apart." I felt my hands beginning to shake as my temper flared.

"I'll help you." Beau said softly.

We smiled at each other over the deal.