Jake's P.OV
Its been 10 hours since the phone call from Andy, all of us were devastated from what had happened.
I though, was the one who remained the most calm.
CC fell asleep in his bed his head lying on Jinxx's shoulder.
His hair was a matted mess and tear stains streaked down his cheeks under the bags beneath his brown eyes.
Jinxx too had tear stains under his eyes. The two managed to cry themselves to sleep.
Ashley, was the most devastated and handling it the worst.
His head lie on my lap as a sat with my back against headboard of Andys bed.
He was crying for what seemed like eternity against my legs soaking my sweats with his salty, bitter tears.
"I miss him so much. This is all my fault. He would be here right now and we would be getting drunk or something and he would be so happy and healthy and smoking a cigarette like he always does. But he isnt here and its all because of me." Ashley wails.
I stroke his soft, luscious jett black hair and replied as calm as j could "Ashley, you have to stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault you were drunk you couldn't control yourself. It wasnt your fault."
He wails even harder now and I sigh.
"Ash please. I can't stand seeing you like this."
"I hate myself, I hate myself I hate myself. " He chanted with breathless, quivering sobs.
"Ashley come on." I murmur.
"Im never going to be happy again. I dont think im going to countinue playing the bass anymore because im so, so broken..I just.." he groans awkwardly and began to wail so loud it sounded like it could shake the entire galaxy.
I sigh and countinued to comfort him.
A few minutes later I glanced at the bedside clock, I had to squint to make out what it said.
3:37.
We got Andy's call at about 5:30 last night so I was right.
It was 10 hours.
9 1/2 hours of Ashley sobbing into my jeans.
Sittings like this killed my back.
I wanted to move but I couldn't just leave Ashley like this.
So after a few long minutes I came up with an excuse "Ashley, if you dont calm down and stop crying your going to make yourself sick."
His big, brown,sad eyes filled with tears gazed up at me with so much sadness I almost started crying. I could tell he was hopeless.
"Dont tell me to calm down! " he snapped.
I immediately felt bad for him and diredted his head to my lap again. "Im sorry Ash. I just got worried is all."
After another hour of the same crying, and sleeping and more crying my back felt as if my spine would collapse and all of my limbs would break off leaving me a blob of flesh on a bed.
I wanted to say something but I didn't have to because Ashley skyrocketed off of me out of nowhere, clutching his mouth and ran towards the bathroom.
I could hear his loud retching and vomiting hitting the toliet.
I had to stand up so I walked towards the bathroom.
Ashley was knelt I front of the tlilet clutching the bowl with his hands.
He got sick one last time and slumped the floor closing
His eyes with a long sad sigh.
He than began to sob once again.
I felt so unbelievably bad for him.
Not that I wasn't worried or saddened about all of this I just knew I had to stay strong, for the FBI when they needed awnsers, and all of crying, and desprate wouldn't really help any.
"Leave me alone please Jake. You know I love you but I need to be alone. " Ashley finally managed to say.
"Ok." I replied, understanding and respecting his choice.
I left Ashley lying on the floor and went back to bed.
I just kind of lied there on the bed, staring up at the ceiling praying Andy was okay, but not just okay, alive and breathing waiting for the FBI or one of us to find him and heroically save him from the crazy bitch whom kidnapped him.
But I thought, what if we never find him.
What if he waits and waits, days upon days or hours beyond hours just waiting, hoping, praying he would make it out of there alive but no one ever does, and he dies.
The thought of that made me desperate even more.
Tears began to spill down my cheeks and I cried silently along with Ashley tiny, hiccuping, breathless sobs coming from the bathroom a few metres away from where I sat.
But my cry was a silent, breathtaking cry.
And to be honest.
It kind of hurt.
