Red. (Austin Mahone Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 11

jaidas pov

I liked him so much, it hurt. It was crazy. Everything I saw or heard, made me want to call him and tell him about it. I watched him get into his Range Rover from the living room window. What teenager could afford a Range Rover? He must be filthy rich.

'creeps' pov

I'm sore on every part of my body. I need something to calm me. I called up my buddy Rocco and asked him to deliver some cocaine. He said that his delivery boy would be there momentarily. When I heard a knock on my door, I got my crutches and let the guy inside.

"Thanks for the cocaine. Some dick beat me up at school yesterda-"

I was cut off. Red. The guy who kicked my ass, was sitting there. He was holding the box. He dropped the box on the floor and cocaine flew everywhere.

"Oops." He said.

I shoved my crutch into his stomach and he fell to the floor. I beat him repeatedly with it until I saw blood on him. I pulled my pocket knife from my pocket and cut a slash on his arm.

reds pov

One hand held my arm, and the other held the steering wheel. Fuck. This type of shit doesn't happen. I don't get hurt like this. I parked my car on the side of the road, and looked through my whole car. I found a bag of pills and swallowed a handful.

-moments later-

I can't feel my fucking face. This is the shit I live for. I got so high, that I started honking my horn to the beat of the song on the radio.

Wow, the sun is yellow. My skin is white.

Barack Obama is the current president.

Young Money.

/ jaidas pov/

Red wont answer the phone. His friends have been calling him, and they even asked me to do it, but he just won't answer. I'm worried. But at the same time, I don't know if I should be worrying. I'll just let him have his space. He's probably just working.

reds pov

I woke up the next morning on the side of the road. My shirt was soaked in blood, but my arm didn't hurt much anymore. I felt confused as to why I was on the road, and why I was bleeding. But all of that could be figured out after I go home and go back to bed for a bit.

My voicemail went off and played each of my missed calls.

"Hey man, it's me Robert. I just wanna know where you at. Hit me up or something."

Next voicemail.

"Red? It's Alex. Where the fuck are you? It's not funny, dude. Call me when you get this."

Next voicemail.

"Hey, it's Jaida. I just really hope you're okay. I'm worried."

jaidas pov

I wasn't hungry at lunch. I just sat there and pretended to listen to all the conversations. I just thought of Red the whole time. Except one thing Tailyn said caught everyone's attention.

"There's this cabin that my mom owns. I was thinking we could go there for winter break. It will be fun. I promise."