Just Imagine Seventeen

Joshua- I Stayed For You (Angst)

Dedicated to kimchidarling the first two chapters are for you! Enjoy..

~-~-~-

I paced back and forth around the living room, anxious and edgy.

Where is he? He was suppose to be home three hours ago, I thought mindlessly in my head.

Did he get into an accident?
Is he hurt?
Did he get kidnapped?
Is he cheating on me?

I paused in the middle of the floor and furrowed my eyebrows while I stared up at the ceiling out of confusion. Why am I thinking about that right now?

It's after two o'clock and I still haven't heard from my boyfriend, Joshua.

"I gotta call him again." I picked up my phone and dialed his number on my keypad.

I placed it up to my ears as I heard a dial tone.

"Hey, you have reached Joshua's voicemail. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message, and I'll be sure to get right back with you. And remember, Jesus loves you."

I growled out of frustration and ended the call and threw my phone down onto the couch.

I ran my fingers through my hair as my breathing started to go faster than usual. My heartbeat was up to 75 beats per minute.

Where the hell is he?

Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up and noticed that it was from a random number. I hesitantly pressed the green button as I slowly brought the phone up to my ear. "H-hello?"

"Vicky.." I sighed out of relief, thankful to hear his voice.

"Oh Joshua! I been worried sick about you. Why haven't you answered my calls? Where are you?" From the phone, I can hear his breath was shaky like he was crying.

What's going on?

"Joshua. are you okay?" He didn't respond at all, but he was still on the phone. I started to grow even more worried.

"Josh, please answer me." Only thing he did was breathe hard into the phone. It was kind of creepy.

I mean, really, have you ever seen When a Stranger Calls? The atmosphere feels exactly like this.

But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. "I'm hurting real bad Vi.. ..I got shot." Did my ears deceive me? I wasn't sure if this was just a sick joke or reality.

"Joshua, stop playing with me. I don't have time for games." But he sounded earnest.

"I-I not joking, Vi.. ..i-it all happened so fast, I-I don't k-know what to do. I'm l-losing a lot of b-blood babe" I bit my lip, completely shocked and scared of what's going on. I gotta find him...

"Josh, where are you right now?" It took him a while, but he finally answered back saying that he was in an empty phone booth on Pledis Blvd.

"Stay right there. I'm on my way. Wait for me, okay?" I could hear him whimpering and moaning. I can't say I understand how he feels because I never got shot, but I can determine he's in deep, agonizing discomfort.

The phone hung up. I hurriedly grabbed my jacket and my car keys. I opened the door only to find out that it was raining.

Shit. I don't have an umbrella.. ..and I just got my hair done.