Bite The Bullet. [a jessie j fanfiction]

CHAPTER 10: "I Don't Know What To Do."

I burst into my dorm, anger and rage tainting my cheeks with a deep crimson. I felt my eyes glaze over with burning tears, and I blinked them away quickly. I wasn't going to let Jessie hurt me. She'd messed with my heart already, and I wasn't going to let it continue. I thought I was stupid, like I'd only known Jessie for under a week! It was pathetic, the whole thing. I threw my suitcase down onto my bed and sat beside it, unzipping it quickly. I flung all of the clothes out, until there was one thing left. The one thing I'd packed, even though I really didn't want it with me. It was the red hoodie that Jessie had previously borrowed. I slid it out and placed it on my lap gently, un-creasing it on my legs. I ran my fingers down the sleeves and picked at the ends. The black smudges were still smeared there, reminding me bitterly of the girl that had previously inhabited it. I felt another flush of anger grow over my face and I pulled the hoodie up in one swift motion. I stood up quickly, the hoodie still tight in my hand, and I began to walk quickly out of the room and down the stretch of corridors that scarily reminded me of the previous night's events.

I stepped out onto the deck, feeling the morning air press into me. I walked forward and leant forward on the metal bars. We bobbed on a wave and I felt my hair swing back in a flurried mess. I turned my head quickly and spied on the large crowd, still gathered on the port. They were pretty small now, as we'd started moving, but I could still see a distinctive blackish figure making its way towards what I could make out as a large black vehicle. I forced myself to look back down at the waves that were tinged with black. They were tearing up at the ship, the wind propelling it higher and higher. The salty spray flushed up towards me and I blinked it away, still staring down at the evil-like water. I lifted up my hand, the red hoodie still tightly held in it, and stretched my arm out over the vicious waves. "Demi!" I thought I heard a faint shout behind me, but I ignored it, still holding it out. If Jessie didn't want to be with me, then I didn't want anything that could remind me of her. Seeing that hoodie made my chest physically ache, and with one quick movement, I dropped the hoodie into the vast waters, that viciously swallowed it up, almost immediately. I thought I heard someone scream my name again, so my head swung around to see a huge blur trailing behind the ship. "Demi!" I heard a faint sound again, and I ran to the back of the deck and wiped my eyes fiercely, determined to let no tears escape. I leant forward, almost letting my arms hang over the rails. I stared forwards, trying to focus on a second black dot that was standing by the shore. I blinked hard but I still couldn't quite make anything out. I sighed quietly and turned around again. I made my way back into the ship.

Then I remembered: Where was Robin? The words Dylan had previously said had really scared me, and I really didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Dylan was evil, and I wasn't even sure what he was capable of doing. I walked quickly down to the almost empty bar and asked around if anyone had any sight of Robin. Sophie, my boss, was behind the bar, serving juices and hot drinks. "Why do we open the bar so early?" I asked, chuckling a little. I sat down on one of the stools beside a rather sweaty guy in a black suit. I didn't recognise him at first, so I blatantly pretended he wasn't there, although he made me feel quite uncomfortable. He couldn't stop looking at me. "We need as much business here as we can get." Sophie replied, giving the bloke a dirty look, to which he stood up and walked away slowly. "Surely you get enough business down here at night? There are quite a few blokes that come here a lot." I motioned my head over to the sweaty guy, who was now standing with another guy, quite slender, in a matching black suit. "Does he come here a lot? I recognise him." I paused, looking over to him and then back to Sophie. "He comes here more in the mornings. It's his mates that come here more. He's one of the weird bodyguards." She replied. My jaw dropped slightly. "As in Dylan? Is he one of that guy's mates?" -"Yeah, there was three of them-" -"Oh, that's where I recognise him from. I see the three around a lot." Sophie smiled awkwardly at me. "Three of them? There was three. Haven't you heard?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?" -"Dylan stayed in the USA. He quit after we docked." She went quiet for a while as she saw my face drop. "You mean, he went with Jessie?" -"No, no. He went to the same place as her. She was picked up by her management, he got a cab somewhere. I came down here right after, you know. The show must go on!" She winked at me as I stood up quickly. "I-I have to g-go." I stuttered, walking quickly out of the slowly populating room.

Where could Robin possibly be? Where is he normally? Where would Dylan expect me not to look? It had to be too obvious for me to even consider it. Hm, the kitchen maybe?

I ran swiftly to the kitchen and pushed the metal door open quickly, pressing my whole weight onto it. My jaw dropped almost instantly at the sight in front of me. Robin and Harry were sat on the floor against the cupboards, their arms behind their backs and their mouths gagged shut. "Robin! Harry!" I gasped, sliding towards them. I crouched beside Harry first and pulled the towel out of his mouth. He breathed heavily and quickly, and then spoke fast. "Dylan..." I reached behind him and untied him quickly from the cupboard handles. I slid sideways and did the same to a startled Robin. He sat there for a few minutes, wide eyed, trying to catch his breath. "What did he do to you?" I asked, pulling Robin up by gripping his wrist tightly. I pulled Harry up too, and he sat up on the sideboard. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. I pressed my thumb into his cheek lightly and examined a tiny cut on his forehead. I swung my head around to face Robin and looked at him seriously. "What did he do?!" I repeated, more serious. Robin stared at me, his eyes full of worry. "He got one of the kitchen knives and threatened us. Demi, I don't know what to do." His voice trailed off and he stretched his arm out towards me. He had a long scratch from his elbow to his wrist.

My eyes widened quickly and I shot towards him, examining the scratch thoroughly. "Dylan did this?" I asked, my brain going wild. 'I'm gunna kill 'im.' I thought. "He did it. He wanted to know where Jessie was, so I didn't tell him. Then he asked where you were, and of course I wasn't going to tell him that. So he did this." He looked down at the cut that had begun to bleed rapidly. Harry snapped into life and threw me a cloth, which I held down on Robin's arm. "He found us." I paused, increasing the pressure. "He quit. He's in the USA. With Jessie. I think he's following her." Robin looked up at me with scared eyes. "I'm scared for her, Robin." I whispered, pressing down hard on his arm without realising. He yelped in pain and I stepped back quickly, releasing the cloth. "Jessie doesn't love me anymore, she's gone. She's not coming back." I looked at my feet and felt a tear drop from my eyes, yet again. I felt large arms grip my shoulders from behind, almost trying to hug me from the most awkward position.

"She doesn't deserve you." Harry said behind me, his strong Irish accent really breaking out, making me smile. "You listen to me. You're going on your two week break when we get back, right? You're going to go and have fun, you deserve it."