Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Chapter 5

** Nicholls P.O.V. **

The one week limit has passed. Oli had to get out of that room no matter what. Knowing Oli I knew I wouldn't be enough to drag his sorry ass out of the bedroom. I decided to drag along to calmest and most understanding guy out of the band, Jordan Fish. I called him to meet me in front of his house. I got into my car and rushed over to Oli's place.

In a matter of twenty minutes my car was parked outside the house. Since I lived closer to Oli I waited for Jordan to arrive. In just a few minutes I saw Jordan's car pull up and park in front of mine. I opened the door and got out of the car. Jordan did the same and we walked to the front porch.

"You ready?" I asked him. He nodded and we entered the place. With no surprise it seemed the same as I saw it last night only just a bit messier. We walked in and stopped in front of Oli's door. Jordan was about to open it when I slapped his hand away from the handle. He looked at me weirdly when I placed a finger on his mouth and I bent down to lay my ear to the door. He copied me and we stayed as still as we could to try to hear something, but no noise came out of that room. Could he be sleeping? I looked at the time and saw it was 3 P.M. Well, he does wake up late but not this late.

I opened the door to find my best friend laying in his bed staring at the wall. He didn't even bother to look at us. He just continued to stare at the blank wall. Man if I felt bad for him right now. We slowly walked closely to him and sat both on one side of the bed.

"Hey Oli." Jordan spoke up. He remained silent and continue to look at the empty space.

"Your deadline has been reached. You have to get out of this room."I told him bluntly still trying to not sound rude.

"Well, I don't want to." He simply stated. Me and Jordan looked to each other.

"You agreed to a week Oli... come on." Jordan said softly, walking forward and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Oli shrugged his hand off, but not bothering to scoot away or anything like that.

"Fuck this shit." I muttered, and Jordan looked over at me. I gestured for us to leave the room and we left, he closed the door softly behind him. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed up an old friend of his, pressing the phone against my ear and waiting for him to answer.

"What are you doing?" Jordan whispered.

"Trump card." I mouthed back and Jordan seemed to understand, pulling up his own phone. I walked to the living room. Jordan sat on the couch as I leaned against the window, looking at the kids running around outside. It took a few tries, having to hang up but call again. Finally, after the fourth try he picked up.

"Hello?" I let out a rather short sigh of relief.

"Austin. Oli's trapped in his room. We need you to pull him out." I said as I watched a car pull up. The rest of our band got out, closing the doors with a loud slam and having a look of concentration upon their faces.

"How can I do it?" He asked and I blew a small puff of air against the window, fogging the small area up shortly.

"You have your ways... I'd rather you'd do it than Crimson... She's a last resort." I said and there was silence on the other end.

"Who would you call if I wasn't able to?" Austin asked and I chuckled weakly, the gang entering the front door as Jordan let them in.

"I would've called the queen herself... but she would probably kill him before she dragged him out." I said and Austin let out a soundless laugh, the only indication being the small grunt he did at the end.