After a second week of touring without Jayy, I had a conversation with the rest of the guys and we all decided it was in his best interest, all of ours really, just to cancel the tour for now and restart it when we were all feeling okay again.
When we got home, Jayy went almost immediately to his room. I let him be for that night, but, after that, I tried daily, if not more than that, to get him to come outside, even for something simple, breakfast, a trip to the store, hell, even just coffee, but none of it worked. He was truly broken this time. The thought crept into my mind that this might've been him a lot sooner if Hunter hadn't been around when Jayy caught Danny, or if he'd known her better.
Don't get me wrong, I understood that it was gonna take time for him to crawl out of that room, even for food, which I suspected he kept in his minifridge and restocked while we were sleeping, but I also knew better than to let him think he was forgotten. That was a mistake we'd all made when Hunter had first broken it with him, we let him hide and forgotten him there. Even though we hadn't actually, it must've felt like it. I was determined not to let the same thing happen to him again. At least this way he knew I was thinking of him, no matter how much it annoyed him.
Plus...I was scared. I'd heard him sobbing, begging to see her again...whatever it takes, to quote him. I worried just how far "whatever it takes" went in his mind.
Sure enough, one day I came in to see my best friend curled up in a ball on the floor, crying into his arms as blood rolled in red lines onto his legs and the carpet underneath. "Jayy! Fuck..." I ran into his bathroom, grabbing the peroxide still sitting on the bathroom counter. Shit, should've put that back. 'I hope it works,' I thought silently. "Please, please, please..." I begged under my breath as I pulled him into my arms and drug him by the waist into the bathroom. I put his arms over the sink, ignoring his attempts to fight me off, and dumped half a bottle onto his cuts. I frantically tried to count the cuts and gauge how deep they were. "Jayy! Talk to me!" I yelled at him over the water I had at full pressure over his arms.
"Why bother..." he muttered softly.
"Because Jayy I care, whether or not you do!" I gave him a hopeless look. "Please Jayy, this is no way to live," I pleaded in a dark whisper, tears building behind my voice.
He looked down at the blade in his bloody fingers, examining it. "Yeah, well maybe I'm not too keen on this whole living thing anymore."
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Sorry for the short chapters, but I knew where I needed these two to end. The next one is longer, I promise (it's already written)
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Do-Over (A Jayy Von Monroe FanFic; BoTDF)
FanfictionA sequel to "Tell Me Why (A Jayy Von Monroe FanFic; BoTDF)" and book two in the Tell Me Why Series.
