A/N: 'Ello, it's Writer42 back again! Here's a new story for the Spooky Day aka Halloween. It'll be a four-shot, so this is the first chapter out of four :)) Enjoy!
~ Writer42
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Ding-dong! There was the doorbell.
A sharp rap sounded on the front door. There was the knock.
Giggling. There were the kids.
He got up from the sofa and opened the door to a small boy in a knight costume and his friend in an obviously home-made – but cute - zombie outfit. Jon couldn't help but smile, his eyes creasing.
"Trick-or-treat!" the two boys grinned, holding their plastic pumpkin bags out expectantly.
How cute.
Jonny gave them each a generous portion of fruit candies, mainly the lemon ones that Chris used to hate.
One of kids liked lemon, which he showed, jumping up and down in an unusual sort-of sugar rush before consuming the sugar.
This was painfully familiar for Jon.
They thanked him with frenzied waves and run off in search for candy mania at the home next door.
Heading back to into the toasty warmth of the living room where his beloved Hotspurs were playing a match on the telly, his phone upstairs rang. Rushing to the master bedroom where his phone was on the bedside table, he ignored the sharp pang in his chest as his eyes glanced over the king sized bed occupying most of the room for a split-second.
Looking to the screen, he wondered if it was Guy, calling to tell him that Keshia was sending down a delicious chicken casserole she had originally prepared for an event over the weekend. It was so good that Jonny requested for her to bake some more.
Probably not. Guy was out doing a car show tour, casserole would be the last thing on his mind.
Looking down again, there was no caller ID.
"Hello? Who's there?"
"Excuse me Sir, this is the Los Angeles Police Department calling, you're under arrest!" a badly distorted voice blasted through the phone. He frowned, confused, but then smiled with realisation.
Ah.
Prank calls.
He started to giggle for no particular reason at all. Screw you vocal chords, he thought, I probably should answer.
Then he panicked.
"Uhhh... bananas?" was the result of his panic. The giggles became full blown laughs. The other side mumbled something inaudible then hung up.
He laughed so much that tears were streaming down, but then the heart pain got suddenly stronger, as he remembered something that turned the tears into tears of heartbreak.
Policeman.
Oh god, no.
No, no, no, no, NO.
That day. That call.
It was a policeman who had given him the ... news.
Fatal news... Who told him that Chri- ... C- chris was d-d- ... pass- ...
Gone.
He look at the large bed with two pillows once again.
Thud. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest area.
His heart continued to constrict with pain, enveloped by an imaginary python.
The memories, they were ramming through the walls he had put up. His mind was at war with himself.
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Those memories slipped up to the surface of his conscious, but his mind couldn't even bring himself to flashback to what had happened. It hurt too much.
Crumpled, on the floor beside his bed, he remembered the crash, the bangs, pained screaming, yowling.
Death swirling around him and Chris and taunting them.
He remembered Chris' screams, the colour dark red seeping from his side through his white shirt like a water fountain, staining his love button a fearful red.
Some of his life leaving his eyes, glass smashed into smithereens on the road, pools of blood, trails of blood. Lots of blood.
Jon's mind was recalling this all against his will, each remembrance smashing his heart into smithereens too.
Everything was a blur after that. All Jon could remember was Chris' undying hope, his positivity that brought shine to the hospital ward, of recovering and everything going back to normal. He was eager to continue the AHFOD tour as soon as he and Jon had recovered enough.
He had stayed with Chris, day and night for one whole week after the accident, barely going any where but only to supply Chris with good food from outside and a chocolate bar or two.
After a week or so, Jon had to return to his part-time job helping his uncle out at his store during tour breaks, leaving Chris for the first time in the first few days. He hated doing it, but it was a must.
Chris was absolutely fine with it, but a bit sad too. That didn't matter though. Jon had to do what he had to do.
"I love you so much Jay, I thank you for caring for me with all my heart. I'd really show you love, but it's a little hard right now..." Jonny smirked and Chris' ocean eyes shone naughtily,
"Don't worry though I'll be back ship-shape as fast as ... uh... "
"The speed of sound?"
"Fuck you." He scrunched his nose adorably. Jon laughed.
He remembered himself planting a kiss on Chris' forehead and walking away wistfully, both of them blowing kisses at each other as he left.
That night, as he was about to close up shop, he got a call from a policeman.
He didn't remember why there was a policeman at the hospital but that didn't matter.
Hearing those words, he crumpled to the ground, like he did now.
The one night that he hadn't been there at the hospital for him, at 8:35 pm, Christopher Anthony John Martin had left this world.
