only posting because cherrybix threatened me. also it's 5 am
jacob woke up to the pinging of his phone and saw there were three unopened texts from troye three minutes ago.
he walked downstairs tiredly to go pick him up. he grabbed his keys and saw an ambulance zoom its way down his road.
he opened troye's texts after that and a giant wave of worry crashed on him and he felt like his heart stopped.
peter locked troye in his car and was driving drunk.
jacob ran to his car and started driving towards peters house, then he heard sirens behind and in front of him.
he called his mom while in the car "mom im really scared, troye texted me saying peter was driving troye home drunk and locked troye in the car while doing it and now there are ambulances driving down our road and im really scared that its troye and can you please-"
jacob saw it, peters jeep laying on its side on someones lawn, completely totaled. another vehicle that was clearly smashed into had scratches and major dents in it; not to mention the whole front side of it looks like it feel off a cliff.
"jacob? jacob? are you there?" jacobs mom said on the line
"n-no t-troye" is all he said, tears starting to form in his eyes
"c-can you drive down here" he said into the phone and jacobs mom left the house immediately.
jacob hopped out of his jeep to the scene of blinding blue, white, and red lights at 11:00 at night.
"t-troye!" he called
he ran towards the police and ambulance volunteers, passing broken glass on the road and bits and pieces of car parts. even troye's old iphone 5 laid on the road with a shattered screen.
neighbors from neighboring houses talked to police but all i cared about was troye. he could be killed he could be hurt, even dead, or worse, painfully dying because of fucking peter.
peter who drove drunk and held troye captive in a car that was probably speeding 70 mph down a 20 mph road. i hated peter for doing this i hated peter.
i need troye to be alive.
i ran under the yellow police tape and a police man stopped me as i pushed him away running towards one of the ambulances yelling "troye! troye!" searching, looking, hoping, praying in my mind that he's okay!
"who are you looking for?" the police man asked
tears streamed down my face, i've never cried like this or felt this before. out of breath, i said "t-troye, troye with the brown curly hair and blue eyes, about 5'8 do you know where he is?"
"i think he's in that there ambulance right there" he pointed to the one about to leave.
i said a quick "thank you" before i started sprinting towards the car with the closing doors and someone laying inside.
"please can i go in there" I pleaded to the ambulance men.
"are you an immediate family member?" one asked skeptically
"uh yes yes"
"what are you to him"
"boyfriend"
"get in"
