RoadTrip One Shots BxB

Words Will Never Be Able To Say Sorry

Jack's P.O.V

I will never be able to forgive myself for what happened that night. It all happened so quickly it sometimes feels unreal. Like a dream. But then I wake up to an empty bed and tear stained pillow and it all comes flooding back. The bed still dents where he used to lie. His hoodies still cling to the slight scent of his body spray. My eyes prick again so I grab the light and flick it on submerging myself into a world of light, a world I used to hate. A world I grew to love because of him.

"Hey he's awake" I heard a familiar voice 

"Finally, Maybe he'll eat now"

"I doubt it"

I got up slowly groaning loudly as my pounding headache returned the dry tears crusted up my face as I yawn slightly. I roll myself off my bed walking to the mirror trying to ignore the boys outside. I pulled up my shirt admiring my body. I could see every single one of my ribs but yet I wasn't hungry. I knew I should eat but I wasn't hungry. I just wanted my boy back. The boys voices got louder and louder until I couldn't handle it anymore. I dragged my unwilling body towards my door wrapping my duvet tight around my shoulders as I did so. I took the handle in my hand and grimaced as it burnt my skin. I twisted and pulled the door open and as I did so all the boys faces turned automatically to me.

"If you could all shut up about me that would be lovely" I turn to slam the door behind me but I cant before Andy slips his way into my bright but miserable room. I go to complain but realise the other boys have all left so give in. Andy sits on my bed and pats the bed beside him I reluctantly plop myself next to him tugging the duvet tighter around my shoulders hiding in the corner.

"Talk to me Jacky"

"DONT CALL ME THAT" I scream at him tears threatening to fall out my eyes

"I'm so sorry Jack" He looks sympathetic I lay my head gently on his shoulder and smile softly up at him trying to show him I'm sorry.

"I just want to help you bro" I nod sadly as a few tears roll gently down my cheeks, I wipe them away and begin to explain what happened on the day. 

"I was at home and we were arguing  about something stupid. I was in a bad state so I sent him out on a walk he went and I was so angry I refused to answer his texts or calls for hours while he was out. I finally answered after 30 calls he was crying and begging for help I felt so bad for not picking up. He begged me to call an ambulance and I ended up calling one. I met him at the hospital he was beaten up badly his normally red cheeks were scarily pale his black messy hair was torn off his head leaving him with bold patches. He begged me to stop the pain and  panic. He couldn't breath and all I could do was cry. I later found out he had been raped and beaten within an inch from his life he made it to hospital thanks to me but died within hours. I was holding his hand whispering my love and prayers into his ear but even I couldn't save him. I miss my baby boy. I miss Sonny Words will never be able to say I'm sorry for the pain I caused my angel. I love you Sonbob"

A/N I cried whoops