~Dahvie's Pov~
I heard the door slam loudly as someone exited the bus. I immediately got up to check who it was. I walked into the living room area and, judging by the fact that everyone else was awakened as well, it was easy to figure out who it was that left. Jayy. I wonder where he was heading this late at night. Well, technically, this early in the morning. I tried calling him a couple times to check if he was okay but it went through to voice mail every time. I sighed.
"Should we go after him?" Haley asked.
"I'm sure he'll be okay. He can take care of himself." Michelle said.
"What if Daniel got a hold of him again?" Aussie asked.
"I doubt that'll happen. Daniel was-"
"He could get free. He's done it before." I interrupted.
They all turned and stared at me. It was silent for a deafening five minutes before someone decided to speak up.
"We should probably go look for him." Haley suggested.
I grabbed my jacket and tossed on some shoes before bolting out of door. We all agreed to call or text each other if any of us found a sign of where he might be or actually found him. Adrian, my bodyguard, agreed to stay behind on the bus just in case Jayy were to walk back on while the rest of us were out searching.
A few hours of searching passed and still no sign of him. I had even asked a few people who were out wondering if they had seen him. Not one person had any idea of where he might be. I checked all of the places I thought he would go whenever he wanted to be alone for a little while. Not a sign. I started getting worried.
The sky had began to brighten up, indicating that the sun was beginning to rise. I checked my phone. No calls or texts. It was going on 5:30 already, meaning Jayy had been missing for three hours now. I tried to think of other places he might go but I honestly couldn't think of any. I was really starting to worry now. I wanted him safe and back with us. I also wanted to know why he ran off to begin with. It surprised me that no one saw him though. I mean sure, he's thin but his tallness makes him stick out like a sore thumb.
As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard a soft whimper or cry to my left. I turned on my heel, wondering where it had come from. I noticed a little alleyway between two shops so I walked toward it. I looked in and a louder whimpered cry greeted me. I followed the sound, toward an old, rusty dumpster that looked unused. My vision caught the sight of the person's leg. I peeked around and my eyes widened.
"Oh my god..Jayy!"
I knelt down in front of him. He flinched at my words and looked up at me. I looked him over. His clothes were torn, shattered really. Wherever his skin was visible, he had deep cuts and bruises. His lip was busted open again and his face was swollen and bruised. His hair, despite how short it was, was messy and knotted. One of his plug had been ripped out as well. I was actually surprised he was still conscious.
I immediately sent a quick text to everyone, letting them know I had found him. Then, I called an ambulance. Jayy pulled his knees to his chest and began shaking. I don't know if it was due to the cold or if it were because of how much pain he was probably in. I gently wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. He winced and gripped onto my jacket tightly. That's when he broke down.
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~Jayy's Pov~
My eyes flashed open and I was immediately blinded by bright, white lights. I groaned and blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust. I looked around and groaned again, remembering what exactly happened. I looked down at my arms, which were wrapped up in bandages. Both of my hands were bruised as well. See this made me worried of how everything else looked. Just then, the door flew open and Dahvie ran in. I heard him sigh in relief as he walked over and sat in the chair next to me.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Like shit.." I mumbled.
He flashed me a sympathetic look.
"Are you gonna tell me what made you run off?" He asked.
"You know I haven't heard from Andy in like...four days right?" I questioned.
"Yeah...why? What'd he do?" He asked.
"Well, I got a call from him and when I answered, all I heard was two people moaning." I said.
"You absolutely sure it was him?" He asked.
"Whoever he was fucking moaned his entire name." I snapped, though I didn't mean to.
He sighed.
"I'm so sorry Jayy." He apologized.
"It's whatever. I was stupid enough to fall in love again so it's my fault. Not your's." I said.
It was silent in the room for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us spoke. Maybe we didn't really have anything to say to each other. Or maybe, neither of knew how to break the silence. It was completely silent except for the heart monitor, the clock, the doctors and nurses in the hall and our breathing. I sighed. I hated silence. I decided I'd break the silence.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
"A couple days. And don't worry, we all told the fans and though they are a bit disappointed, they understand." He stated.
"When do I leave?" I asked.
"The doctor didn't exactly say but they want to keep a close eye on you since the cuts were really deep and you have some head trauma as well." He said.
I sighed and nodded.
"Jayy?" He asked.
I looked at him.
"What happened?"
"I don't really even remember any of it. All I remember is walking off the bus then I was pulled into the alley and had my ass handed to me." I said.
"You don't know who did it?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"I couldn't really see their face." I said.
He sighed and nodded. The room returned to its former silence. I listened to my heart monitor to keep me distracted but it didn't work out to well. I heard Dahvie start humming. When I realized what song it was, I hummed along my part to it. We both smiled genuinely at each other and continued humming to the song.
That is until we were cut off by the door flying open. We both waited for someone to walk in. I hear hushed mutterings between two people but I couldn't tell what they were saying. After a couple minutes of the it, the muttering stopped, followed by someone walking away. Then, the other person stepped into the room and a deep growl formed in the back of my throat.
Andy....
