Ozone // CLINTON AND CHRISTIAN

10: Ozone

Your POV

"Are you f'cking joking?" Mitchel shouts. "Now Clinton is gonna pull this shit? He tries to steal (F/n) and now he bounces when we have to leave for tour."

You, Christian, Mitchel, Jesse, and Pat are all at the Air BnB about to leave for the next show. Your bags are packed and already in the bus, but Clinton is nowhere to be seen.

"Chill, I'll try calling him this time." Jesse says. "I'm his best friend I'm sure he'll pick up."

Jesse calls and there's no answer. Mitchel throws a pillow across the room and laughs in anger.

"Hey, everybody calm down." You say. "Do you know if Clinton has his GPS on? We could easily see where he is and go find him."

Christian picks up his phone and checks the map on Snapchat. "Wow, he's like 3 blocks over."

"So we're gonna run after this man now? After he's throwing a temper tantrum?" Mitchel says. Clearly, he is still pretty broken up about the night at the club.

Pat shrugs. "I don't think we have a choice."

The five of you follow the map on Christian's phone and surprisingly arrive at a local grocery store. You walk in and split up, all calling Clinton's name.

After about 5 minutes, you meet back at the front of the store.

"I didn't find him." Jesse says.

"So, he isn't here?" you ask.

"He has to be. Look." Christian shows everyone his phone. It says we are right next to where Clinton is.

You start to worry. "There's one place we didn't check..." Everyone looks at you. "The bathroom."

Mitchel bursts out laughing, "Let me get my hands on this f*cker."

You grab Mitchel's arm. "No. Let me go, please."

Everyone walks toward the single bathroom. You jiggle the handle and it's unlocked.

"Clint?" You whisper. No answer. You push the door open and say his name again.

You walk inside and see Clinton, slumped on the floor. He has a bottle of liquor in one hand and there are pills spilled on the floor in front of him.

"CLINTON!" You run and kneel down on the floor in front of him. He doesn't answer. You shake him and the boys come running in. Tears stream down your cheeks.

"Call an ambulance, damn it, someone!" You're shaking and don't know what to do. He is barely breathing but he is just laying there. Lifeless.

"Did I cause this?"  You think. "I was upset about the club, but I never wanted him dead. Clinton please come back. Please. I'm sorry."

Clinton's POV

Where the hell am I?  I look around from a hospital bed. There's an IV in my arm and my head is killing me. (Y/n) is sitting in a chair next to me, crying. I try to sit up but groan as my head starts pounding.

(Y/n) looks up. "Clinton?" she asks. Her voice is shaky.

"Hey." I don't know what to say. After everything that happened the night at the club, now last night when I tried to... I don't even know what I was trying to do.

(Y/n) scooches her chair closer to me. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"You aren't mad at me?" I'm shocked. How could she not be?

"Of course not. I just want you to be okay."

I sit up. I don't know what to say but I need to tell her something. "(Y/n) ... look."

"Clinton you don't have to say anything, its okay."

"No please I want to." She nods. "Look I don't know what I was thinking. I know I messed up countless times. I felt like nobody cared after the night at the club and I went and did this. It was a buildup of everything. I felt like nobody cared. I just thought, I should just jump off the ledge or drown in alcohol again. I know I f*cked up plans for the tour. I shouldn't have done this, but I felt like I didn't have a choice. I'm already addicted to drugs. Hell, the sickness began with the meds. Over time, I made mistakes with white lines and pills and honestly, I don't think I'll ever get sober. But it doesn't mean I should take it out on all of you." I stop talking and it's quiet.

I look over at (Y/n) and she's crying. "Say something please (Y/n)."

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you, Clinton."

It's quiet again. Now I feel like I'm going to cry. "(Y/n)... you deserve better than me. I don't deserve your love. You're so amazing and I wish I was more of a man to be there for you."

She nods and stands up and walks up, wiping tears from her eyes.

Why are you doing this to yourself? 

I lay in the hospital bed, alone, feeling numb, not just from the meds. 

A lot went down! Did you expect it? You told Clinton how you feel about him, but now what? Let me know what you thought about this chapter!

~A