P S Y C H E

Chapter Fifty-Six

Mia

As we sat in the car and listened to Evanescence because it was my turn to finally choose, I stole glances at the boy who I called mine. He was mine after all. It only took a few months. I took in a sharp breath but had little to no complaints about him. I appreciated his jawline ever so slightly and found it extremely attractive when he drove with his right hand. He was in a good mood and for once in my life, so was I. It was a true breather and that's what I truly cared about. Sometimes when we slept together and I heard his heartbeat, it was like falling straight into a safety net of luck. He was my luck.

Being with AJ was so different compared to what I was used to growing up. I mean, don't get me wrong it made sense. It really did. He was the type of guy to make anyone's life easier if it meant the ones he loved were safe and protected. 

Suddenly his phone rang. I smiled and picked it up. It was Tony. "Hey Tony, AJ's driving, what's up?" Sobs. Sobs was all I heard. "Hospital now. Please." I tried to ask a solid question as to what the actual fuck? But the line went dead. "Hey, baby can you take a turn to the hospital? Tony was crying and I don't know much past that." AJ looked at me. "Are we sure he's not prank calling, pretty girl?  I have never heard or seen him cry."

"I assure you. Hospital. He sounded...scared." Without hesitation because of the man AJ was, the tires screeched and I gripped tightly onto the door holder and looked towards him. His face was serious. All the color drained. The energy was entirely off compared to what had just happened. All the joy we had just felt was gone and I could feel our bodies going cold. 

Not even three and a half minutes later, we're there and he opens the door for me as usual. He then practically ran inside holding onto me tightly, and Tony was crying. It was not as exaggerated compared to what had just happened.  He sat in silence with eyes as red as the deadliest fires. The deepest center of a strawberry, and it wasn't because of a high either. Kylo was playing piano tiles on his phone and Ace's leg was shaking. 

"I tried to reaach him." Tony started. "What happened? What the fuck happened? Where's Miles?" AJ interrupted not caring about manners at the moment. "AJ man I-" 

"Where is he, Tony?! Where is our brother?!" Tony then looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Surgery. He was shot out on a drug deal. We did our best to get him here in time but the surgery only gives him so long to live..." AJ dropped my hand. He was ready to explode. He looked numb as he sat down next to AJ. "Do you want me to st-" Tony then pulled me in and gave me the biggest hug. This man has never even touched me a day in my life. I can't lie, my trauma made me freeze up slightly but I hugged him back and soothed his back. I could tell he was a mama's boy in a past life.

I just comforted him, making sure he was okay. I was worried. I have never seen them so emotional a day in my life and it's almost been a year. Not even when Tony found out he'd be a father. They were just like "Welp," and continued living life. This was a whole other thing... I didn't let go of Tony because he needed me in that moment and if that's what helped save his mentality, I did what I could. I didn't dare to move. That would be a foolish move at it's absolute finest. You'd be out of your absolute mind if you think I was going to do something as reckless as that.

All though if we were being entirely honest right now, this was the safest yet most unsafest emotions I have ever experienced a day in my life and I truly was scared. Those two seemed they were gonna blow, Kylo couldn't care less right now, and I was just here. Holding Tony close because he had no one at his side right now. It was just me.

When the doctor came, I pulled away and assured him he could do this. He licked his lips as tears streamed down his face before straightening his posture. He leaned down to me and I wiped his tears away. I knew in these final moments, he would want to be strong.

And I would be a liar if I sat here and said these men were not the strongest men I have yet to ever encountered in all eighteen years of my life.