No one knows (Tré Cool Fanfiction)

Stray heart pt.1

TW- s*xual harassement

Tré's perspective——————————————————

The whole world stopped turning for a moment. How could I possibly have made y/n run away from me? I'm lost for words... At this same moment, my two best friends are panicked, my lover is probably in danger and the only thing I can do is stay there, completely speechless. My whole body trembles as mike and Billie both rush out of the building to try and hopefully find y/n.

And me? Well I'm in shock and totally useless.

Y/n's perspective——————————————————

I quickly wipe my tears from my face and rush my way from under the bridge to the closest street I could see. As I walk faster and faster to finally reach the street, I feel more and more uncomfortable as if something bad was to happen. After all, I'm completely alone in some random old streets in the border area of Vegas. What could possibly not happen?

As a feeling of terror wash over me, I begin running to the closest building so I can hide behind one of those big dumpsters until I think of a plan to find tré. Once I am finally there, I sit on the floor trying to be as small and invisible as possible. The smell is fucking horrible... but it's not like I had many other places to go. Taking a deep breath and trying to get my thoughts together as the night is completely silent, my heart races and my whole body feels like I've soaked into a frozen river from how cold the temperature is. After a long moment of pure silence filled with occasional cars passing in the street, this quietness finally gets broken by a phone call. Mike's phone call.

Shocked by the sudden beeping of my phone, I let out a small scream of terror. I turn off my phone in a hurry and begin sobbing from how stupid this situation seems to be. The echoes of my scream can still be heard as some footsteps join into this sinister ambiance. I think to myself that it might only be someone taking a walk but my intuition warns me that I'm not safe. Not at all.

My whole body shakes as I silently crawl to the end of the alley, all ready to run if there's really anything. At first, everything seems to be... normal? There's no one to be seen. I take a little moment to look around until I feel a cold hand covering my mouth and a second grabbing my wrist.

I scream, totally terrified, and squirm as if my life was in danger. Well, that's actually the case. My screams intensify as my attacker tries to pull me harder and harder into what seemed like hell. A cold, dark and scary hell. My first concrete reaction is to bite the man's finger as hard as I could. In return, I hear a masculine scream of pain going straight into my ears and then I feel his fist punching my ribs making me scream harder. I burst out in tears from the sharp pain I feel where my lung is until the stranger suddenly grabs my shirt and rips it off in the process. I try to fight back but the only thing that I manage to do is to close my eyes. From this moment, the only thing I can remember is the feeling of my blood dripping from my ribs and the touch of the man pinning me down and removing my shorts. After that, there's just a blackout.

Mikes perspective—————————————————

Billie and I have been searching everywhere for a great hour and we still haven't found anything yet. The distress in my voice could be felt each times I opened my mouth, desperately calling for y/n. We've been searching downtown, we went back to the hotel, we asked people if they by any chances saw her... There's only one place left where she could be.

Mike: Billie... the border area.
Billie, in a state of shock: Y-yeah! I mean she... she has to be there! I-I'm sure nothing happened to her... Do you think she's alri-
Mike: Shut up you fucking moron we're waisting time!

I grabbed Billies tie and pulled him as we ran our way to the border area of the city.

With the adrenaline rush, I almost felt like I could've ran like this for hours. I occasionally checked behind me to see if Billie was able to run as fast as I was, but he ended up loosing speed. At this point I didn't cared much about it so I just speeded up until I arrived in one of the multiple streets of the border area. This part of the city was pretty much quiet and seemed not so friendly. The silence felt unsupportable and only made me worry more and more.

After not even a minute of searching, I heard a sharp feminine terrorized scream. Followed by a man's groan and punching noises. Then, silence. The scream of the woman seemed pretty familiar and gave me a boost of hope that it could be y/n. Without even waiting for Billie, I hurried my way to where I thought I heard the scream. Just as I turned between two buildings to reach the last street rapidly, the street lights were the only thing that helped me see a man on top of a woman that seemed unconscious.

I felt a sudden rage grow up in me and yelled at the man who simply ignored me. The frustration of getting ignored only gave me more strength when I kicked him off of the woman, and buried him with punches. That's it, I couldn't stop myself. Each times, my hits were getting harder and harder. I completely lost my mind and didn't stop until billie finally found our location and yelled at me that I was gonna end up killing that man. As far as I could remember, the guitarist always had been horrified of violence. For him, the thought of purposely hurting someone else was like the worse thing that could possibly ever happen in this world.

I bursted out in tears and grabbed the tall fellow by the throat and tightened my grip each seconds that passed until my buddy pulled me off of the dude. As soon as I laid my eyes on the woman and saw that it was y/n, I became hysterical. Her poor, fragile body was now almost completely denuded and full of blood. I couldn't help but cry harder before Billie slapped my face and told me to call the 911 while he was trying to stop y/n's hemorrhage.

I did so and kept staring at our friend's motionless body and then world completely disappeared around us. There was only me, y/n, Billie and that asshole who get her in that state. And.... An ambulance. Two police cars and then 2 paramedics pushing Billie out of the way. Three police officers keeping the man on the floor. One calling for an other ambulance and then one approaching me. He asked me a few questions which I was unable to reply to. I was just staring at the paramedics taking y/n to the hospital. Billie placed a hand on my shoulder and answered the questions as he saw that I wasn't in a state to even say a word. This experience just... left me traumatized.

Billie and I got in the police's car and some officers drove us to the hospital. We then sat in the waiting room for a hour. Two hours. Three. Four. Five. Just until I fell asleep.