Because Mom Wasn't Enough

Call the police this whole place is going to burn!

Jo's POV

As I laid in bed I thought of the events that had occurred in the past few weeks. In the span of only a month my mother had died, I had found out I was the daughter of one of my favorite musicians, I found out I had a brother, killed that brother, killed a handful of other people, witnessed death too many times to count and lost every friend I ever had.

How many friends did I have though? Cali and Mark turned out to have been against me the whole time. They were just Danny's spies, and were set on helping him kill me. But were they actually against me? They helped me get away, but they also almost got me killed. I don't even know where they are now. They could be dead. Bulldog is dead. I haven't seen Dicey or Dean in forever. Collin will never want to see me again after all the trouble I caused him. My closest friends are my dad's friends.

Tony and Jaime aren't friends, though. They've been through enough with me that they are more than family. Mike and Vic care way too much. If I had been them I would have given up on me a long time ago. Family isn't a strong enough word to describe what they are to me. They're my saviors. The whole time I thought I was saving them, but in truth, they probably saved my sorry ass more than I did theirs. 

I stared at the wall wondering what would happen now. It was the end of July and the guys were going back on tour in the fall. I took a deep breath and relaxed into the mattress. My eyes were sore and begged to close, but I couldn't get this off my mind. Every time I shut my eyes I saw the same thing over and over. Vic would run after  me and beg me not to do this to him, beg me not to leave. I sighed and held onto Vic tighter. He had almost lost me, but I could never lose him. How could he ever forgive me? If he left me like I did, I would hold that against him forever. I looked up at Vic. He was already asleep. I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him. His warm embrace was so comforting and I tried to put the past out of my mind. I felt the guilt over-taking me, but it soon turned to sleep, and I drifted off.

When I woke up, Vic was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, and I felt bad about making him worry so much. Everything I did, I did to protect the guys. I didn't realize how much I actually hurt them. I smelled food and felt my stomach grumble, so I got up and followed my nose downstairs. Mike was already awake and cooking food. Thank god he was a better cook than Vic...

"Wow, you're up early." I told him. Mike was almost always the last one up. I looked around and Tony and Jaime were making out on the couch. They were all up early.

"Um...early as in two in the afternoon?" Mike asked as he offered me a plate. It had tacos on it and they were all already eating.

"What!? How did we sleep in so late?" Tony turned on Jaime's lap.

"Jo, you and Vic haven't slept in days. You also haven't eaten much so your body needed some rest." He explained.

"And some strength. Eat." Mike ordered, poking at the food I hadn't started yet. I shoved a taco in my face and took a bite. He was right. I hadn't eaten much since tour and I was starving. I started on my second taco before I could blink.

"So how you feeling kiddo?" Jaime asked.

"Like a horse chewed me up and shit me out." I responded with my mouth full. My leg was still sore, but I could walk on my own with the pain meds they gave me. Jaime chuckled and Mike stood up to get more tacos.

"Good to have you back Jo." He said while ruffling my hair. I shrugged away from him and swatted his arm. "Hey Vic!" He greeted. I turned on the couch as Vic stalked into the kitchen.

"Hi." He mumbled in a dreamy state. He made coffee and came to eat with us crowded around the TV in the living room although we never actually turned it on. "Why are all of you eating tacos for breakfast?"

"Dad it's two thirty..."

"Oh." He glanced around at everyone's food. "I want tacos..." He whined.

"Micheal, Victor has requested your finest!" I called to Mike in the kitchen. Mike walked back in holding the tray of tacos and spoke with a french accent.

"Our special today, Sir, is a thin toasted bread with a layer of our leanest ground beef, covered with your choice of Cheddar, or Monterey Jack cheese, topped with dices onions tomatoes and olives; and finally smothered with our very own homemade hot sauce." Vic took a taco and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Mmm, I'll take this kind." He said. We laughed as Mike set the tray on the coffee table and we continued eating. I noticed a car pull up outside.

"Hey guys? Who's that?" I pointed out the window. Mike glanced out and his eyes widened.

"Uh...p-police." Vic jumped up.

"What!? Why!?" I stood up.

"Shit!" Everyone turned to me. They looked confused as to why I was frozen in place. "Guys...in the last month, I've killed a total of over six people and been a witness to at least three. They're here for me..." I froze. I could make a sarcastic comment while staring down the barrel of the gun without blinking an eye, but one thing I was terrified of were cops. I started to back away from the door. "I have to go..." I stated.

"No!" Vic said. He stood in front of me. "I finally got you back, I'm not letting you go again."

"Vic, they're going to arrest me." He shook his head. He took my hand. A sly grin creeped across his face.

"Only if they find you."