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//chapter fifty • cut, bloody, and burnt (tw)
WARNING! READER DISCRETION ADVISED! TW:descriptions of torture & violence. heavy mentions of SA & r@pe PLEASE READ WITH CARE
"WHERE IS DREW? What's taking him so long?" JJ paced, anxious. He's losing his fucking mind. His boyfriend has been MIA for the last hour after Kie and Spencer got back, and there was still no sign of him. JJ was beyond worried, hands yanked through his hair over and over, trying not to panic but doing a poor job.
At the moment, JJ was scared. His weakness was walking around freely, separate from him, at the moment. It was a person—a heartbeat, a glare, a soul—The thought that something could happen to Andrew felt like it could eat him alive. It gnawed at him, a constant, unsettling presence that twisted in his stomach, a reminder of how fragile their happiness was. The idea of losing Andrew felt like a dark cloud looming overhead, threatening to overshadow everything he held dear.
Not to fucking mention, his boyfriend had a habit of getting kidnapped.
"What if Rafe got him?" JJ continued.
John B starts forward, "JJ-"
"What if Singh got him- I shouldn't have let him go alone- goddamnit."
Sarah bit her nails, fear for her brother almost pushing her to get in the Twinkie and drive back to the condo. Or hunt her older brother down and demand what happened to Andrew. She shifted her weight around, fearful, scared, worried. She didn't know what to say.
"He's never late." Spencer mumbles, mostly to herself.
"Guys, we have to go-" Pope starts.
"Not without Drew." JJ shouts. He doesn't mean to yell at the Heyward boy, and he knows Big John is in danger but by god was that null and void if something happened to Andrew.
