I Prefer The Drummer <-> JOSH DUN [completed]

He Has Found You~ 12

A/N so I'm still pretty annoyed about the last chapter deleting itself but I'll try to get it like the last one.

All I could think about was him, how he managed to find me, how he got here, it's all so strange.
The next that was on my mind was, well everything;
He has found you.
He is going to kill you.
You can't escape it.
He'll take everyone away from you.

All of that was true because that's exactly what people like that do.
They crawl into your life.
Love you.
Adore you.
Then suddenly everything changes.
They beat you.
They curse at you.
And they leave.
When they do come back.
They beg.
They plead.
And you.
Well you agree.
They make your life a living hell again.
And leave.
It happens over.
And over.
And over again.
Each time more unbelievable than the last.
The fact you trusted him.
And each time you take him back.
When you think they're gone forever.
They aren't.
They will always be their.
Their will always be that person that makes you cry.
Feel like there's no way out.
No medication can help.
Nobody to talk to.
No therapists that can 'fix' you.
Everyone is broken.
Not everyone can be fixed.
They need time.
That's what Steve is giving me.
Time.
To fix my broken bones.
And he returns.
To break them again.
And break my friends.

Oh God are they okay. Josh. Jen. Tyler. I don't know what I would if they weren't safe right now, "excuse me sir," I called to the police officer driving the car, he didn't hear me, strange, "excuse me."
He quickly turned his head around, somehow still keeping his eyes on the road, "miss? Are you okay?"
"Yea I am why wouldn't I be?"
"Well your crying and speaking abnormally quiet."
That explains why he couldn't hear me, but the crying? Quickly, I yanked the sleeves of my top down and held the in a firm grip whilst I gently wiped away the tears.
"What did you want, miss?"
"Oh about that, do you know where my friends are?"
"They are still at your house helping the other police officer find out information about that guy, he seems to have no criminal record," the police officer took a left.
Strange, he doesn't have a criminal record, heck, he dealt drugs. But I guess his gang could clear things up. Stupid how that happens.

Word count: 389

A/N so this was the closest I could get to the last chapter, thank you.