Landon

come back...

Brooklynn

The jet has a bad landing, almost crashing into the hospital.

Mom, Sam and grandma run towards the jet as I fast walk. The team gets off the jet with Landon...

on a stretcher...

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" I freak out, but they ignore me by running him into the hospital.

We nurses immediately take him back into the emergency room with the guys, except for Oliver, causing me to cry. "Baby calm down!" mom hugs me.

I cry harder and hug her. "What's going on?!" I cry in her chest.

She rubs my back. "Landon is fine... just calm down, you crying isn't good for baby jade" she smiles and I wipe my tears. "Now let us talk to Oliver, you calm yourself" she says before getting up with grandma and Sam to walk over to Oliver.

I look at my hands, trying to overhear their conversation. "What the fuck is going on, Oliver?!" Sam shout whispers to her husband.

Oliver clenches his jaw. "He got shot in the chest and thrown into an electric fence..." he says.

My jaw drops and mom covers her mouth. "Please don't tell me..."

Oliver starts to cry. "He's dead. Landon is fucking dead!" he balls out crying.

I look at them, crying so hard I can't breathe. "No he's not!!" I stand up and they look at me. "He's not dead! Landon wouldn't leave his family like that! Stop saying he's dead!" I cry and they hug me tightly.

"Brooklynn... they're in there trying to bring him back to life" Oliver holds back his tears in attempt to make me feel better.

I hug him tightly and grip his shirt. "No! Please! He's not dead!" I start to shake.

"Baby please stop... stress isn't good for your baby! Calm down! Landon WILL be okay! Get some sleep... he's gonna be awake when you wake up" mom runs her fingers through my long brown curly hair.

I fall onto the chair, hyperventilating.

My whole body starts trembling.

My eyelids get heavy and they shut close.

What I see makes my anxiety worse than what it already is. It's a guy around my age in a red hoodie around six foot nine with brown eyes and hair. He's tied up to a pole and he's going insane! Like he's trying his hardest do get out of the tight ropes. He's shouting and begging for them to release him as if he's an aggressive dog.

I drop my jaw. "I already told you I wouldn't do that! I'm trying to help you!" I say and he rolls his eyes. "I promise you! You need to trust me! I would never rat you out!" I add.

He backs up. "No.. no I-I can't. I can't trust you" he says.

I nervously play with my fingers. "Why are you so mad about Romeo talking to me? And you calling me... your girl?" I ask.

He clenches his jaw. "Don't fucking say his filthy name" he snaps and I flinch. "I hate him and you know that! Why bring him up?" he snaps some more.