Things Change

Chapter 9

Jamie's P.O.V

Well this is odd. Nick and I are at this warehouse. What I didnt expect to see was the FUCKING SKETCHIEST MAN IN THE COUNTRY! And she even hugged him like they were old friends. Its so weird. The men around us looked happy too, buff mean lookin guys with freakin rifles looked happy to see this one person.

I straightened up as he walked over to me, his voice was rough and gravelly and he spoke, he leered at me "come here if ya need anything, she's an old friend. Respect her."

She chuckled lowly, "thank you, Asher. We owe you."

Oh my god. She has the respect of a fucking mafia boss?! The Asher family was fucking feared throughout the CONTINENTS! Rumor has it that they have hundreds of years worth of advanced technology in their system! SHES FUCKING FRIENDS WITH THEM?! BLOODY HELL! WHO ARE WE DEALING WITH HERE?! Asher. That sounds so familiar, but from where?

God I need a nap.

...

Its been a few days since Nick's moment in the bathroom and our meeting with the mafia people. My worst enemy has come for a visit...akwardness.

Akwardness is my most hated enemy yet here is Nick avoiding me. I freakin hate it! Max is sitting there eating all the damn food too!

"Whyre you avoiding me?"

I broke the silence in the kitchen and stared at Nick. She sat at the table, deep in thought. I think my question startled her because she just looked at me wildly for a moment but didnt back down.

"Why are you avoiding me?" I spoke more firmly and she was quiet still.

Growling, I walked to the chair across the table from her and sat down, staring fiercely. If I had been in my right mind and not blinded by anger, I couldve seen the damage that had been done.

But I didnt at the time.

Im a fucking retard.

My anger took over and I exploded.

At her.

All my pent up emotions came out onto her.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KIDNAP US?! WHAT MADE YOU THINK WE WANTED TO BE HERE?! WHAT COMPELLED YOU TO FUCKING TAKE US WITH YOU! YOURE SUCH A BITCH, ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND AND MOPE OR FIX SHAY! SHAY GOT HURT! BECAUSE OF YOU! I WISH WE HAD NEVER MET! SHAY GIT HURT BECAUSE YOU WERE TO SLOW-!" I fumed.

I didnt notice her flinch nor the broken look.

she whispered "Ja-"

"NO! I FUCKING HATE YOU! JUDT SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOUVE DONE ENOUGH FUCKING DAMAGE! GO. AWAY!" I cut her off and stormed out, stomping.

What I failed to notice when I left the kitchen was the faint sobbing that came after.

...

"Jamie, go wake her up!"

Max was trying to get me to wake up Nick. I really didnt fucking want to, not after I exploded last night.

I dont know how Max slept through that, but he managed.

"No I dont wan-"

"Jamie I dont care if you want to or not. Go wake her up."

I gulped at the hiss he let out and finally went into the kitchen. I shook her shoulder roughly.

"Ey, get up. Max wants more food, lets go to the store."

I shook her more roughly, "Get up-" and gasped when she leaned off the table and collapsed to the floor.

What scared me was her eyes.

They were still closed.

Oh god, now I can see her face. There were tear streaks down her cheeks and her face was blotchy, eyes puffy and swollen. Her bottom half of her face was partly uncovered but not alot.

I crouched down, "Nick? Are you okay?"

She didnt move, and panic set in.

Ohmygod, like what happened? Why isnt she waking up?! Does she need help?

"MAX!" he came running in immediately and assessed this.

"Oh my gosh," he cried and ran over to us and cradled Nick's body, "Nick? Are you alright? JAMIE WHY ISNT SHE WAKING UP? WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he screamed at me.

"I-I didnt do anything! She was sleeping here and just would wake up! I SWEAR!" I cried at him.

Max thought for a moment and realization came across his face. "We need to find the Ashers. You said that we could come back for anything right? Thats what you said he said. Lets go!"

And before I could even reply he was out of the kitchen, no thoughts ran though my head as I picked up Shay and carried her on my back. Right torwards the Asher warehouse. Fear invaded me, what if Nick doesnt wake up? I wish I could tell her I was sorry. So sorry.

...

After 30 minutes of dodging sketchy people and taking alleyways, we finally reached the dirty, unsuspecting warehouse.

Immediately Max ran in and started crying out "HELP! WE NEED HELP! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH NICK! Please!"

All the men jumped in shock but fear struck through me while walking in the warehouse as I watched the almost 7 foot mafia boss man storm through the crowd. He looked worried as did his men.

He pulled a still unconscious Nick off Max's back and immediately called for their gang medic. We watched with tears running down out faces as the white coated man pulled Nick gently in his arms.

I didnt even feel Shay being pulled off my back, I was numb. Seeing them looking so limp as he walked away, it was terrifying. They looked so...dead.

Please dont leave us, PLEASE. I beg of you, hear my cry.