Unrequited ||Jaspar AU

26. The only one

Song- One~ Ed Sheeran

Warning: may contain mentions of blood and (obviously) course language.

[yes it has been highly demanded that I update.... So here's an update!! You guys know I love you to pieces and can't thank you all enough for everything, so I'll stop putting it off, stop doing chores and sit down to write for you guys. Maybe I'll update my Jaspar one-shots as well.... WHO KNOWS?! Anyway I'll get back to the story, ENJOY MY LOVLEY, STUNNING, AWESOME, WEIRD BUT COOL AS SHIT ALPACA BESTIES! (Don't ask I had sugar.... Like seriously don't even ask. Shit gets crrrazzzzy when I'm on sugaaarrrr 😊😂)]

3:45 pm

23rd April
Caspar's p.o.v

I glanced down at the cream coloured bandage around my arm that was now stained with thick red fluid and stared back at the mess I was in the mirror. My body seemed to gleam in the light of the small bathroom. I pulled down my grey jumper sleeves and covered my bandage. Joe must never know about this, who knows what he'll do? Freak? Kick me out? Take me to a therapist? Hurt me?

No, don't tell anyone. Ever. No one must ever know a bout this and most defiantly NOT Joe.

"Your a mess, such a fucking mess." I whimpered to myself, running my fingers through my rough and ragged hair and then covering my eyes with my hands.

I feel so hurt and upset and mad and confused and... Just all these stupid, fucked up emotions all at once and it's killing me. I hate Joe, but I love him at the same time. How is that even logically possible? This is so confusing I'm loosing myself and my life and just everything. I'm losing it and I can't stop.

I sighed, the silence soaking up my words. I switched the light off in my bathroom and dragged myself toward the stairs. With so many things running through my head and my arm stinging like hell, it was so hard to even walk up stairs. I'm so broken.

I don't want Joe....

Fuck no, I need him.

Without that stupid British boy, I'm nothing but a broken kid looking for someone to pick up the pieces.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, I looked around the empty, lifeless room.

Why does everything feel so different?

Why do I feel so different?

My feet drag against the wooden floor, headed for the couch. Rubbing my eyes I lazily flop onto the sofa and almost immediately my eyelids start to droop. The silence of the neighbourhood was almost calming. I started to slip into sleep.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

My body struck up like a bullet. The sounds of a guns shot echoed through the place, sending shivers through my body. Within seconds my brain began to over think the situation.

What's happened?
Who shot the gun?
Why?
Is Joe okay?
Does he have anything to do with this?
Why has it been so quite and now this happens?
Is everyone okay?
Was anyone actually shot?

The worst scenarios played in front of me as I started blankly at the wall, the air returning to its silent state. And as soon as it fell silent once again, a monster inside me grew curious.

Without even thinking I pulled on my sneakers that were conveniently sitting next to the sofa and walked quickly over to the door. Locking it behind me I flew down the stairs and as I got closer to the exit of the building, I could hear the faint sound of yelling on the distance. My hands followed the rails and pulled me along faster. It's like there was this calling for me to do something and my body just began to push myself closer to whatever it was that I was going toward.

Was I getting myself into a mess? Would I come out alive? Will I find joe? Will he come home alive? Will I ever see him again?

Maybe this was fate.

Maybe it would kill me, but at that point is that even a bad thing?

I could feel my heart pumping faster than ever as all the amazing memories with joe filled my entire body. The good ones, that bad and the most love filled ones.

If I was going to die today. It would be for joe. I will always love him no matter what happens. He's just the one person I'll forever have a crush on.

As I reached the door everything began moving in slow motion. My arm reaching out for the handle and twisting it, and pushing it open.

My eyes wandered the streets. I stepped out of the building, my feet landing on the concrete pathway in front of me.

It still kept moving in slow motion everything blurring if I moved to fast. It was so confusing and I felt myself losing all control of my body, the voices suddenly were screaming at me and everything moving by itself.

As my body moved I looked down the left side of the street and a finials figure stood there, his voice blaring, as he attacked....

"JOE!" I felt myself scream as the figures at the end of the street turned their gaze toward me.

Joe was screaming, tears shredding his delicate face, as the police officer hit him in the side of the stomach.

My feet moved faster than they ever have before, tears spilling down my own cheeks. But still everything was in slow motion, blurring in and out of focus.

I sprinted so fast down the street as the police officers face became clear and a smug look plastered on his face.

More tears stung my eyes as I kept moving closer, my eyes set on Joe. All I could think about was keeping him safe. I had to protect him. I can't loose him, not to that monster, not to anyone but myself.

I begged for this to all be just a horrible nightmare.

Why is he here? What does he want with Joe?

He can take Joe but he has to go though me first.

"CASPAR!" Joe screamed as I got closer.

I was only a few feet away from the small boy.

"Such a fucking idiot aren't you Caspar." I heard my dad cackle.

Everything blurred. My body now controlling itself.

If this is the end, at least I died trying to protect Joe.

Please don't let this be the end.