Necessary Evil

11

I tried to sleep for about an hour, but it did no good. Sleep wasn't happening. I opened my eyes and looked at Craig. I was happy to see he'd apparently fell asleep sometime while I was trying. I let out a sigh of relief, turning my attention to TJ.

I hated seeing him like this. Hated it more than anyone knows. TJ and I had always been close. He was one of the easiest guys to talk too. He's never judged anyone, and he always speaks his mind. If he doesn't like you, believe me, you'll know.

I took a deep breath and looked over at TJ. He still hadn't moved from the position he'd been in last night. Was he really alive? If so, what the hell did they give him? Was he dead already? I wish I knew the answers to those questions. I really do.

I took in a shaky breath, mentally trying to figure a way out of here. Surely someone was looking for Craig and TJ by now. Right?

One of their band members has probably been out searching and they'll soon, if they haven't already call the cops.

I felt weak. Felt like I would pass out at any given moment. I knew it was because I hadn't ate in a few days. Haven't had any water either.

I don't remember ever being this hungry. Or thirsty for that matter.

They hadn't been back for a little while and I was beginning to wonder if they'd been caught yet. I didn't get too excited though, I knew as soon as I did, someone would show up.

I kept thinking about my friends. My brothers. How he tortured each and everyone of them. How scared they must have been. How much pain they had to suffer through.

It killed me to know I wasn't there with them. I didn't get to tell them how much I loved them. How I was still in love with Ryan & probably always would be.

Now, they'll never know.

I felt like giving up. I had no reason to live anymore. Everything that ever meant anything to me is gone now. I don't know if I have a reason to fight anymore.

I sighed softly, glancing over at TJ. He still hadn't moved. Please move, Tj. Don't do this to Craig. I thought to myself. Craig began to stir. I bit at my lower lip gently, offering a small smile as he looked at me, then quickly at TJ.

"Has he moved, or anything?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. He hasn't Craig." I said softly.

Craig nodded and sighed, a single tear sliding down his cheek. "TJ, baby? Baby please wake up. I don't know if you hear me or not, but it's time for you to open your eyes. You've slept long enough." He said, swallowing back his tears.

I wanted nothing more than to help the two of them. Part of me wanted them to come back, just so we'd know what was wrong with TJ. What had they done to him. Either way, he should have woke up by now. If he wasn't already dead that is.

I began to squirm in my seat, there had to be a way out of here. I began rubbing my hands against the back, hoping I could somehow loosen the rope. At first, it didn't seem to be working, but I decided not to stop. I kept going, doing it a bit harder each time.

Finally, I managed to get it loose. I freed my hands, and hurried to Craig, untying his hands. He nodded at me and ran over to the couch. He hesitated for a moment, for fear of what he might find.

I made my way over to the couch too, taking in a deep breath as Craig placed a hand on TJ's neck.

"I have a pulse. It's very slow, but it's still there. He needs to get to a hospital soon though or he's not going to make it." Craig said, pressing a kiss to TJ's cheek.

I nodded and held up a finger as I approached the door. Placing my ear against the wood I tried to listen for any signs of life outside. I didn't hear a sound.

I carefully and quietly opened the door, sticking my head out the door.

That's when I saw it. The three people who'd been torturing us were still here, but they weren't moving. They were all lying on the floor, needles lying close to their bodies.

"I think they're all dead." I said, not wanting to get too close to them.

Craig yelled "Help me with him, please Josh."

I nodded "I'll carry him. You call 911 and give them this address. Tell the cop to watch the two tapes near the vcr and they'll see what happened. Just tell them we're not waiting for an ambulance because he needs help now." I said as I carefully lifted TJ off the couch and carried him to my car.

I opened the back door and carefully laid him down on the seat, waiting for Craig. Craig, who was on the phone with 911, gently lifted TJ's head as he sat down, letting the bassists head rest on his lap.

Hang on TJ, I thought as I drove as fast as I could to the hospital.