Don't Forget To Smile (O'J Fan Fiction)

Chapter. 6

Hey guys, I'm writing again, despite my injured finger, the rest of them can't keep this story contained and they just keep typing. Ha ha this chapter is going to do an about turn because we are going to check in with Danny. Here's the chapter, enjoy :)

*Danny*

"Jess, it's me Dan, if you get his message just please call me back. I'm really worried about you, we all are. Please, just call me," I said into the phone, leaving her what must be the 200th voice mail.

I'm really worried about her. On Saturday night when she didn't turn up I thought she just got sidetracked a little bit, but then I didn't hear from her the next day, or the next, or the next. It's been four days now and I'm beside myself. She would never not talk to me. We ended on a good note, so why isn't she answering my calls? I have to do something about this. I've told Tom and Will, and they are concerned about her too! You know what, I'm going to go around to hers today, I have to see she's all right. I jumped up off the sofa and ran for a quick shower, pulling on old sweats and a hoody. I jogged over to hers. I really got to learn to drive. I got there and when I reached her floor I rang the intercom.

"Jess? Are you in there?" I spoke into the speaker. There was no answer.

"Jess, come on please. Open up," I pleaded.

I have to get in there. I took a few steps back and shoulder barged the door - it didn't budge. My shoulder however, felt broken.

"Fuck," I cussed.

I lifted my foot and kicked the door as hard as I could, completely detaching it from the hinges. Finally! I went into the appartment. Everything was quiet. I went to the living room to see everything perfect - Jess was always a clean freak. 

"Hello?" I called as I crossed the living room.

There was silence. I walked back over to the breakfast bar and saw Jessie. Her head on her knees, sitting with her back up against the cupboards, her black hair draped over her beautiful face. 

"Jess?" I asked worried. I sat down beside her and shook her shoulder.

"Jessie?" I shouted a little louder.

"Ah! Get away from me," she yelled. She jumped and scurried away from my touch. What?

"Jess? Are you okay?" I wondered.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice hoarse and broken.

"I came to see if you were okay. I haven't heard from you in days," I explained. I looked at her. She was wearing the same clothes she wore at the live show on Friday night. Her wrists were bruised.

"What happened to you, your a mess!" I shrieked. I was so shocked. She made eye contact with me and I could see her eyes were red raw from crying, they had huge bags under them and her face was sunken. It pained me to see her like this.

"Talk to me Jess," I pleaded.

"Just leave," she tried to be firm but she sounded like she would break at any moment.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong and let me help you," I demanded.

"Well I'm not telling you," she mumbled.

"Where's Jake?" I inquired. She flinched at his name.

"What did he do?" I asked, starting to get mad.

"Nothing," she replied quietly, looking at the floor.

"You flinched at his name! Tell me what he did to you Jessica!" I used her full name to show I was not giving up.