They Love It More When Its Broken~ P.S

Chapter 15- The City's Ours Until The Fall

PINOF 7 IS TODAY IM CRYING OMFG

Jess POV;

I wanted to be stuck in the moment forever. Patrick looking deep into my eyes and me looking straight back, this moment felt amazing and I wanted it to stay like this.

'You really d-do feel the same?' He asks, fixing his fedora and the hair underneath.

'Yes.' I barley whisper.

'Er Hello. Patrick, things to do.' Elisa glares rather rudely, barging straight in and standing next to Patrick like his bodyguard.

Even though they didn't have things to as we were on a moving tour bus, Patrick still obeyed her, making me bubble with anger. He'd just told me he loved me and I said it back, yet he still goes off with one of the worst people in the world, crossing out Jack.

When they had both left the lounge area, I pull my phone out and check the time. 2:46am. I brush my hair out my eyes and slope back to bed, trying to put everything that just happened aside. In that moment, I completely forgot Elisa existed and now she had to come and ruin the moment.

I hail myself back into the bunk and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep even though I knew I couldn't.

I lay awake for a few hours, staring at complete darkness. Sleep never decided to drag me into its dark and dreams so I gave up, turning my phone on that was beside my pillow. I squinted from the light my phone was giving off as my eyes had gotten used to the pure darkness of the bus.

I decide to text Colby, he never seems to sleep, I wasn't sure about Sam.

Me; you awake, I need someone to talk to :)

I stare at the screen, waiting for a reply. Nothing came obviously because it was just my luck that he wasn't actually awake and had actually decided on getting some sleep, unlike me.

I flick the switch on my phone and stare into the dark again. This time sleep decides to pull me into its void of dreams. Bad dreams. Nightmares.

"Shut up you silly bitch!" Shouts Jack, pinning me down on the bed, I try to scream but it just comes out as a simple squeak, so I was confused as to why he was telling me to shut up.

I try and kick my legs out and fight against him but I can't, my legs seem weak and worthless, so does the rest of my body, I can't feel anything and my sight is slightly staggered. Panic starts to eat away at my insides. I can't move, I can't scream for help. I can't fight. I'm weak. I feel weak. This is all my fault.

Jack starts pulling at my hair, yanking. I try and scream. It's painful even if I do feel numb all over, I can still feel him pulling my hair, I try and reach up for my head but my arms are tied and my wrists feel strange and cold and numb. My hair is being pulled at again and again and again.

I shoot up, nearly banging my head on the bunk above me that belonged to nobody in particular. Someone yanks my hair again, sending me tumbling out the bunk and hitting the hard floor below. Faint memories of the dream come back and I start to panic that maybe Jack has somehow got into the bus, which would've been impossible as we had been moving most of the night, other than stopping for gas.

My body meets the hard floor and a firework of pain shoots through my body, I double over in a laying down form and gasp for air, as is basically just been winded and had all the air knocks out my lungs.

"Stay away from Patrick or I'll do something worse next time, don't say I didn't warn you." A voice from above spits. The voice makes me seethe with anger, I'd get up and punch her right now but that fact that I couldn't move because I was still trying to catch my breath stopped me from doing that.