LoveStruck |Jayy Von LS| (Requested)

Chapter 15

EvannaPOV
2 Days later
I yawned as I got off of work and drove to Blood Manor since Jayy wanted me to bring him Starbucks from work. I was actually pretty excited. Rider would be here in two days. I've missed her so much.

I played music from my phone as I pulled into the street that both mine and Blood Manor were on. I soon was parking my car next to the boys' SUV and I grabbed Jayy's coffee, making my way into the house.

I was about to yell out for Jayy but I heard small cried and whimpers from the living room. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked toward the sounds.

Once I was in the living room I realized the sounds I heard were coming from Dahvie. He was sitting in front of his laptop, both hands over his face as his shoulders shook from sobs. I quickly set Jayy's coffee down on the coffee table along with my belongings and hugged him to my chest.

My shirt was quickly damp from his tears but I didn't care as I hugged him right and he hugged me back. His cries muffled by my shirt. Once he calmed down to only small whimpers I pulled up a chair and say next to him.

I held his hand and he didn't make any eye contact. This is the first time I've ever seen Dahvie Vanity cry with my own eyes. Never have I seen this poor guy cry. I sighed, sitting back in my chair, still holding his bigger hand in my own small one.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" I asked him but he didn't say a word. He didn't make any eye contact what so ever. "Dahvie." I started. "I can't help you if you won't let me." I said firm but softly. He sniffled but that's all. Not a word came from his black glossed lips. "Fine. I'll find out myself then." I said and reached for his laptop.

"Wait." He spoke, stopping my hand. "I'll tell you." He said and I nodded, sitting back down. "I had to cancel this tour because Jayy is so ill and because..." He trailed off, more tears falling from his eyes. I nodded. "Go on." I urged and he let out a shaky breathe.

"I'm sick. The doctors told me that I have diabetes Vanna. They won't allow me to tour yet." He whimpered and hung his head. "Oh Dahvie. Don't cry." I whispered, hugging him once again. "I hate to do this to them. All of the fans that had already bought tickets and even the ones who were so excited to be going. I disappointed them all." His voice broke multiple times through his speech.

I felt so bad for the poor guy. "I know what you mean. But I'm sure they understand." I said, breaking our hug to look at him. "They understand but it doesn't mean they're not disappointed." He whispered with a sniffle. "Its all gonna be alright." I cooed but he was silent. Only a nod to egnolege what I had said.

"Where is Jayy, hun. Have you told him?" I asked. "Yes, I did. He's outside." He sniffled before going into his room and shutting the door. I shook my head with a sigh and grabbed Jayy's coffee, walking out back onto the patio. Jayy was sat on a lawn chair, reclined back asleep.

I giggled to myself and set his coffee down beside the chair on the ground. I put his chin between my thumb and the middle of my index finger, opening his mouth to make sure everything was spic and span in there. He didn't need any gaws anymore thank god and he only needed pain medication if he really was in God awful pain.

He snorted and woke up, looking at me in curiousith with an eyebrow raised. I let go of his chin and smiled at him. "He yawned a little as I gave him his coffee. He looked glum and I don't like it. "It'll work itself out." I whispered and he shrugged. "You should probably go home." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Go home, Evanna." He said and walked into the house. I held back the tears of hurt and stood up, grabbing my stuff off the table and getting in my car. I understand that they're upset but... Why would Jayy treat me like that? I decided to just go home and sleep since I was exhausted from my two jobs.