Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

50. "Vic?"

*LANEY*

What was I doing?

Oh yeah...

I was the most sober out of the whole party, and we didn't really need anyone passing out from the walk to the other bus and dying in the 30 foot bank of snow that surrounded our buses outside due to all of them being drop-dead-drunk.

I felt my heart pounding on my rib cage, pulling me forward toward the bus door. I don't think I actually realized what I was doing until I crept closer to the PTV bus that was parked beside us. I needed to talk to him, but not if hes going to act pissy like he did this morning... if I could leave it for the morning, I would be so grateful.

I felt like I was walking into the lions den wearing a freaking meat sweater. I knew he hadn't shown up at that party, but for the sake of my own sanity, I really really hope he was asleep right now.

I pulled the handle to the bus door slowly, hearing the click noise and let it fall open in front of me. I climb the steps as quietly as I could, peeking around the corner to see if the coast was clear. I sighed relieved when I didn't see anyone anywhere in sight. I ventured farther into the cold bus, pushing aside an empty bottle of whiskey that was on the ground and another empty bottle of bourbon with my foot. I opened up the freezer, pulling the tequila and 2 bottles of jack and some marshmallow and strawberry vodka shit that was there too, I thought these guys didn't drink that fruity stuff... must be Tony's, I shook my head as I slipped that into a plastic bag I found under the counter.

“Vic?” Jaime's voice echoed from the back, a bit muffled so I assumed he was in the restroom.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, staying still so maybe he wouldn't come out and see me there...

“Vic...” his voice weakened then silence over took the bus again. I sighed, not hearing anything more. I turned on my heel grabbing the bag full of alcohol and headed for the door. I was just ready to get out of there, as quietly as I could.

I reached for the door handle felling it click open in my hand but the sound of glass shattering and metal falling to the ground stopped me dead in my pursuit. “viicc...” he called out barely audible.

I didn't give a second thought as I dropped the bags I was carrying and ran back to the bathroom. I rattled the door, but it was locked “Jaime?” I called, waiting for his reply but it never came. I looked around for the key or something to pick the lock with, but shook my head.. there was no time for that. I positioned myself to the side of the door and horse-kicked the lock sideways, breaking it open with one fall-swoop.

I peeled open the door and my skin went cold while my eyes went wide. Seeing the scene that was right in front of me was enough to make me sick with fear.

At least 5, metal blades scattered the black tile floor, a half bottle of whiskey on the counter was tipped over so it's contents were spilling into the sink. The mirror on the bottom rightside, and Jaime on the ground with large cuts on his right arm starting at his mid forearm going up to his shoulder with fresh stains on the marble flooring. No fuck fuck.

I threw his tattooed arm around my shoulders and used my strength to pull him up on the counter. I ripped off this shirt to get a better look at the damage he created himself. I couldn't help the tear that escaped my duct as I traced my finger over the faded pink lines that strew themselves over his shoulder and part of his chest. He always wore either t-shirts or sweatshirts, so theres no way someone would find these... one thing was for sure though, he has been doing this for a while.

Because of me?

“Vic... “ he groaned again I could feel the heavy intoxication of his breath on my face as he spoke. I could have gotten second hand drunk from all the alcohol that was seeping though his breath.

“shh.. its alright i'm here..” I said, trying my best to talk in Vic's voice, failing obviously, but with the amount of alcohol Jaime had consumed, i'm sure he didn't notice at all.

He just groaned, not opening his eyes once. I bent down and pulled the first aid kit from under the sink I knew Tony kept there and opened it up pulling out the things I needed to bandage his arm and shoulder. “Vic, I'm so sorry” he mumbled again, hiding his face in the corner of the walls.

“i am too..” I sighed, feeling the tears prick their way out from my eyes again I held them back as I held his arm out loosely in front of me, careful to not irritate the wounds, and placed the antiseptic to his skin, feeling him flinch under my touch but relaxed the moment after. I placed the gauze pads over each cut and wrapped the ace bandage over them.

I pulled his other arm over my shoulders and led him out to the couch, moving aside the bottles I dropped there a little bit ago with my foot so we wouldn't trip, but before I could carefully set him down he fell over me passing out presumably, causing both of us to fall to the couch with him on top of me, trapping half of my body under his body.

I wiggled to get farther away, hopefully to get out of his grasp, but he clutched his arms around my waist which allowed me to go nowhere.

“No, Vic Please. Don't leave me like she did. Please.” I heard him mumble into my chest. That made the tears start flowing. I did this. I made him a mess like this. My body tensed then relaxed as I started moving his curly locks out of his face with my free hand that wasn't trapped under his half-sleeping/passed out body.

“just... just promise me you'll stop this cutting nonsense.” I spoke softly. Trying not to put my emotion in the way of my words but I failed. Again.

“okay.” he nodded absentmindedly, “i'm still in love her, Vic...” he whimpered into my shoulder, I just let the tears fall once again, theres no stopping them now. He just admitted to me that he still loved me... What was I supposed to do? My body shook tensing every nerve and muscle I had in my body.

I can't handle this.

I just stroked his hair back and forth with the hand I had free, something I would always do to get him to fall asleep, and soon enough he was snoring away, his arms still tightly wound around me to the point where I couldn't move if I wanted to.

I craned my head over the couch just enough to look out the window at the other bus, seeing Vic, Jordan, Mike, and Tony all looking over with confused expressions on their faces. I grabbed a sharpie that I found in my pocket and a napkin from the counter behind me, I wrote out a note and held it up to the glass, seeing Vic, Mike, and Tony trying to read it then booked it towards the door, coming in not even 10 seconds later.

“What happened?!”