You are mine ~ Bennoda ✔️

••• 50. I never knew what it was like •••

I woke up the next morning and once again, turned around expecting to see Chester there.... but no one.

I sighed as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I went to twitter, after like a week or so of no social media.

"Bennoda Is real and the cutest couple ever!"

"Bennoda"

"Linkin park's Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda are actually dating! Yay!"

"Are the bennoda rings wedding rings?"

"I totally ship bennoda!"

"I love bennodaaa"

I chuckled lightly "You would've loved this Chaz.." I said. I sighed. I just wish he would've been here to see it. I looked at Chester's side of the bed and I didn't remember searching his nightstand.

I moved to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, a watch, bracelet, notepad, book, pen, flashlight... next drawer contained another book, a magazine, random notes, pictures... wait what are those notes? I took them out of the drawer and unfolded one.

"Last chance Chester, leave Mike now!"

I gasped. I unfolded another.

"See Chester, this is what happens when you don't do as I say. You get hurt."

Why didn't I believe him? Why did I have to be such an asshole! I should've believed him. If I did believe him, he might've been here now... why didn't I just listen? Maybe if I tried to help, he would've been here, alive.

Jaime knocked on the door "come in." I said, when he walked in, his eyes were red and puffy, he was holding 3 pieces of paper in his shaking hand, the pictures! He walked to the bed and fell onto it as he started sobbing into the bed sheets. I put a hand on his back and comforted him. Tears fell like rain down my face.

"T-this c-can't be t-true.... n-not dad.... w-why h-him?" Jaime choked in between sobs. I started crying too, "I don't know Jaime.... I suppose he was too good for our cruel world." I whispered, barely audible. He was, Chester was good hearted, so many people hurt him in his life and yet he showed kindness, but people kept hurting him over and over again.

We cried for 10 minutes or so. I can't imagine how Jaime must be feeling, Chester was also his best friend, his father and his hero.

Jaime's PoV

It felt like someone just ripped my heart out of my chest.

He can't be gone.... he just can't be.

Eventually I got up from my dad's bed and he looked at me, I shakily sighed and spoke "I'm going to school..". "You don't want to stay home?" He asked. I shook my head "I wanna see if it can distract me.." "just... please come home if you don't feel right." He said. I nodded and left the room, packed my bag and walked to school.

As I was walking on the sidewalk, Mason joined me, smoking. Mason looked at me for a while "what's wrong?" "Nothing." I mumbled with my head down. "Come on, you look more fucked up then me so what's up." "I don't wanna talk about it, Mason." I said, keeping my head down.

We walked past Alexa's house, who was waiting for us outside and now also joined us. Alexa smiled "Hey guys! What's up?". "Nothing." I mumbled again. We reached Malia's house, she lived two houses away from Alexa. Malia walked next to me "hi baby" she said, smiling and kissing my cheek. I said "hey.". "What's wrong?" She asked. I was getting irritated with everyone asking what was wrong so I snapped "nothing! God, stop asking."

Everyone was taken aback by me snapping. I was usually a pretty calm person.

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In the first class the teacher got on my nerves "Jaime why aren't you working?" He spoke. "Look, I got other things on my mind okay?" "That's the problem. Think about school."

I was so done, tears started pouring out of my eyes and I snapped "How can I focus on fucking school when my dad is probably dead!" I stood up and nearly flipped my table over. Everyone was now staring at me, whispering, gasping and just looking shocked or confused. Alexa started crying, oh shit.... she loved Linkin Park. Malia looked at me full of sympathy and sadness and Mason looked shocked.

I took my bag of the floor and swung it over my shoulder before storming, nearly running, out of the classroom. I ran out of the school and sat against a brick wall. I started crying as I took my earbuds from my bag, I needed to hear his voice. I selected a video I had of me when I was like 7, the first time I sung with my dad.

"Come on Jaime, let's sing together! Separate
Sifting through the wreckage
I can't concentrate
Searching for a message
In the fear and pain
Broken down and waiting
For the chance to feel alive
Now in my remains
Are promises that never came
Set the silence free
To wash away the worst of me"

I smiled through tears. "Jaime?" I heard someone say, I looked up to see Malia, Mason and Alexa.

They sat next to me. Malia shot me a curious look of what I was watching. I unplugged my headphones and played it out loud. They got to know what an amazing Man Chester was.

"Like an army, falling
One by one by one
Like an army, falling
One by one by one
Like an army, falling
One by one by one
Like an army, falling
One by one by one
Now in my remains
Are promises that never came
Set the silence free
To wash away the worst of me
Like an army, falling
One by one by one
Like an army, falling
One by one by one

Good job Jaime! You did great!" My dad smiled hugging me, kissing my cheek.

Malia's mascara ran down her face "I'm so sorry.." she whispered. "We're here for you, man." Mason spoke. Alexa was also crying "call me if you ever need anything, okay?"

Mike's PoV

I looked through photo albums until I heard the door slam shut. It was 1 pm..

"Jaime?" I asked. Just as I did, Jaime walked into the living room with Malia. He'd obviously been crying. I stood up and sighed of sympathy "oh god." I hugged him tightly.

A/N: Happy New year!