Warzone Part 3

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Part 3

Anne’s POV

Ring Ring

I pick up and answer my phone without looking at the caller ID. I know who it will be; Tom calls me every morning at this time, and always says the same thing “Hey gorgeous, sleep well?” He’s such a sweetheart.

“Hey babe.”

“Don’t you ever check your phone?”

“Oops.” I laugh. “Sorry Jay, why are you calling me so early in the morning?”

“Anne... It’s hard to tell you this.” He pauses and I can tell he is thinking hard about how to continue, he is scaring me though. What could be so important that he is ringing me early in the morning? And why hasn’t Tom rang me? Oh god. What if something has happened to him? Anne. Stop. I think to myself. Everything is fine, stop being so melodramatic.

“Just take your time.”

“There was a fire.” He pauses again, and I start to freak out. Something has happened, something bad. Where the hell is Tom?! “It was at Tom’s parent’s house. Anne; it’s not looking good. Max drove Tom to the hospital early this morning; we haven’t heard any news yet. “

“I’m going to pack a bag then come and get some of Tom’s things I need to get there. Do you mind calling Lottie and asking if she wants a lift?”

“Of course not, see you in a bit.”

“Thank you.” I say before hanging up. Then I just collapse on the floor. Poor Tom. I wonder how his parents and poor little Rebecca are doing. I hope it’s not too serious, but if it wasn’t, why would Jay have said that it wasn’t looking good? I sit on the floor for a short while longer just thinking things through and trying to get my thoughts together. Basically I am talking to myself, but I’m not mad; trust me. Anne, pull yourself together! I think to myself.  You need to stay strong, for Tom’s sake. I pull myself up off of the floor and go up to my room to pack some of my things.

By the time I arrive at the boy’s house Lottie is already there and someone has packed a bag full of Tom’s things. Lottie text Max to let him know that we were on our way, and he replied saying that he and Tom were waiting to see a Doctor still, but that they couldn’t wait for us to get there. With that we walk to my car to begin the long drive to Bolton.

Jay’s POV

Now that Lottie and Anne had left, Nathan, Siva and I, had to inform our girls about what’s going on. None of out conversations lasted long, but we all came to the same conclusion... That they should come and stay with us while the other four were all in Bolton.  I’m not sure why we thought this; but I will never say no to spending time with my girl. Now that only left one thing to do, the thing I had been putting off all day to be honest.  I have to call Jayne. Why did I volunteer to do this? Actually more importantly why am I moaning? I would much rather be in my position than Tom’s. And with that thought I pick up my phone and dial Jayne’s number.

“Jay you all set for the concert tomorrow?”

“That’s what I’m calling about actually. We are going to have to cancel, I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do that! This gig has been arranged for months, so much time, effort and money has been put into it. You can’t just go calling things off less than twenty four hours before the sound check! Think about how much it would cost us. You will all be there at the arranged time tomorrow morning. Do you understand?” I knew that I should have perhaps told her the reason first, but it’s too late now.

“There has been a fire. At Tom’s parent’s house, it’s not looking good for any of them. He’s at Bolton hospital now. And like you said less than twenty four hours, we don’t have the time to put together a whole new set without him. “ I hear her gasp before she replies.

“That’s horrible; let me know anything when you do.  I’ll get on the phone and cancel now. I hope that everyone is well again soon.”

“Sure will do, and thanx, bye.”

“No problem and thank you, bye Jay.” I put my phone back into my pocket and go to tidy my room, for when Suzy gets here. She hates mess; well actually to be honest it’s probably the fact that she has to tidy up after me that she hates, it’s a good job she loves me!

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