Missing - a JLS fanfic

Dead or Alive

JB's POV.

"You did what?!" I screamed in Luke's face.

"Well we had to do something to get your ratty little friends off our tail after that tall one caught you in his apartment." He smirked at me, knowing that I would be too scared to retaliate.

"You faked my death. You drugged me. Put blood all over my face. Then let the police find me. You don't think they'll find it suspicious that my body suddenly disappeared?"

"No. They'll just assume that whoever killed you has hidden the evidence, oblivious to the fact that they know." Luke laughed in my face. "You think we're stupid?"

I sighed and stormed back to my 'room'. I wouldn't call it a bedroom. It's just a room with a bed in it. It sucks. But then again what should I expect? These people don't care about me. After all, they just faked my death! I can't believe it. To the world, JB Gill is dead. Gone. Never coming back. My friends... How are they handling it?

Then I remember. The text! Last night, after my encounter with Marv I took his phone and messages Aston! But did he believe it was me? Would he trust a text message that didn't even come from my phone, or would he trust the police? I think the answer to that is fairly obvious.

I buried my head in my hands as thoughts flooded my brain. All I want is for my family and friends to know I'm alive. But no. Instead, they're planning my funeral. The thought of it makes me sick.

Normal POV.

"He's not dead!" Aston rejoiced in the middle of the living room.

"Yes he is." I murmured under my breath. I don't know how, but Marv heard me.

"No he's not, Taylor." He admitted. "I saw him."

"What?!" I yelled. "When?!"

"Last night. He was in my apartment." Marv sighed, taking a seat on the sofa. He had a large bandage on the back of his head.

This was all too much for me. Is he dead? Is he alive?

"Well if he was in your apartment last night he can't be that far away!" I said, standing up and taking authority. "Let's go find him!"

Aston grabbed my hand and tugged at it, indicating for me to sit down. I obeyed.

"No. It's too dangerous." He said.

"What the hell, Aston! Just a few days ago you were willing to do anything to find him!" I yelled.

"Yes. But that was before all of this happened. Wherever JB is, he's obviously with dangerous people. In a dangerous area." Aston sighed. "I'm not gonna let you get hurt again."

Why. Why did he have to bring that up?