Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Jon Cozart's POV

I pull out of the parking lot when I realize I have no real destination. The only thing I know is that I need to help Thomas. But he could be anywhere. I yell in frustration and slam my hand on the steering wheel.

I drive back into the lot and park. I sprint back to my apartment, and open the door. Instantly I am reminded of him. My stomach lurches and I dash to the bathroom in time to throw up. His screams are implanted in my brain, and they're all I hear. He was so drunk. I could hear it laced in his beautiful voice. And now he's so hurt.

I need to find him. To save him. To be his knight in shining armour.

I stand back up, startled by my reflection. My hair is a tangled mess. My eyes are bloodshot, wild with panic.

I take a deep, shaky breath and put a hand to my head, trying to stop the pounding in my head. Voices swirl around me, like a record skipping over and over and over.

Your fault.

You did this.

You should've helped him.

You should've saved him.

"I'm trying!" I yell, "I'm trying, but what can I do? The damage is done! I can't help him now!" He's gone! He's gone, it's all my-"

My body tenses like a bolt of lightning. My breathing stops, and I swear my heart does too. My mind runs a mile a minute, logical reasoning kicking in.

It's not my fault. He left me, yes, and yeah I have saved him. But it's not only my fault. It's his fault too. Thomas left for him. Thomas chose him, so it was his job to protect him.

I stay silent, grab my keys and walk to my car. This time, with a final destination.