Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

 Grace's P.O.V.

            I can't stand throw up.  It's one thing that truly disgusts me.  So, when I woke up this morning and started heaving into the garbage pail next to me, I knew my day wasn't going to be at its highest.  Never in my life have I felt so lousy.  Between the lack of sleep and guilt that I felt pressing on my shoulders, morning sickness just put me on cloud nine. 

            I ran to my bathroom and threw up a couple more times before I rolled onto my back and pathetically laid on my bathroom floor.  I refused to close my eyes for Jake's face was the only thing that greeted me in the darkness. 

            I pushed my self onto two feet and could only summon two thoughts in my head: I was sweaty, and I needed to see Blake.  After I got out of my shower, I realized my idiocy of not just telling him what happened last night when we were texting.  I probably would have been able to sleep better if I just confronted the situation.

            No one was in the house when I got downstairs, which left me with an odd feeling of relief.  As I walked to Blake's house, I decided to call him and let him know I was coming.  I didn't usually, but we had a lot to talk about.

            I got his voicemail and ended the call.  I assumed he was busy, so I just texted him.  His street was in sight, so I was almost to his house anyway.

            I heard what sounded like sirens behind me and turned around just as a fire truck zoomed passed me.  An ambulance and two police cars followed shortly after.  There wasn't much time for thought.  I saw the four vehicles turn down Blake's road and I was in a full out sprint by my next breath.

            I saw Adam's car parked on the side of the road and it was still running.  The endless possibilities of what could have happened at the sight that greeted me faltered my steps.  Sirens blasting, red and blue lights flashing against the walls of his house, and men in uniforms running into the home.  There was police tape blocking me from the front door, but I ignored it. 

            Bursting into the house, I looked frantically around.  Most of the people were upstairs.  "Blake!" I shouted.

            Some of the men looked down at me and started yelling.  "Get her out of here!"  "She's not allowed inside!"

            I felt a strong hand with a glove on grip my arm and pull me backwards.  "No!" I screamed, "Stop, he's my boyfriend! He's my boyfriend, let me see him!"

            They wouldn't listen to me and another man seized my other arm to try to contain my struggling.

Adam's P.O.V.

            Homeless, is that what I've come to?  I felt like a screw up driving away down some old back road.  Where was I to go?

            I actually knew the answer.  I had a lot of buddies upstate.  They'd let me crash with them.  They were just like me: young and unwanted by their families.  Yeah, I'd fit in just fine.

            But in the back of my mind, I knew I was wrong.  Blake cared about me.  He was my family.  And the band.  Jesus, how could I not remember the band?  In a blinded rage I literally forgot about Chris and Chebby.  They'd take me in too, no matter how small their house was.  How could I leave all those people behind?