She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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Later that day

Ally

We all have been worried sick.

Pebs and AJ were gone when we woke up this morning and haven't been answering their phones. Mila called AJ tens of times, but it always went to voicemail. I did the same, earning identical results.

Lauren and Dinah are currently trying to calm us down while Normani is contacting Zion to see if he knows anything. From the sounds of it, he's just as clueless. He said he heard Nick leave last night after the two talked.

He believed he went on another one of his late night walks since he does that from time to time. Though, when 8am rolled around, Zion woke up and saw that Nick's bed was empty.

It's almost noon now.

"What if something bad happened to them, Ally? What if they were all kidnapped? We have to call the police!" Camila had tears in her eyes and constantly ran her hand through her hair nervously.

"Walz, try to calm down, okay? You'd make yourself sick," Dinah says softly as she holds the worried girl in her arms.

"I can't! My girlfriend is nowhere to be found and not answering her phone! She could be hurt or-or worse!" She then started sobbing into Dinah's neck.

I had tears rolling down my face as well. I hope that both of them are okay. I'd hate for either of them to be in any danger.

Just then, someone rings the doorbell urgently and Normani got up to answer it.

"I'm sure Pebbles and AJ are okay, Als. Their phones probably died and they're probably passed out on AJ's living room floor. They probably went out for drinks or something," Lauren tries.

I look up at her with blurry vision. "I hope that's the case. I really do."

A second later, a distraught Zion comes into the living room, dressed in only a white t-shirt and pajama pants. His dreads was pulled back from his face, revealing his troubled eyes with dark circles under them.

He looked overall a mess.

"Y'all... I got bad news," he says with a bit of a shaky voice. "W-What is it?" I ask. Camila has since calmed down, sobs reduced to soft sniffles and shutters.

"Pebs, Nick, and AJ are at the hospital."

"Why? What happened?"

"It's all over the news. Turn the TV on," he instructs urgently. Lauren, who was closest to the remote, does so before flipping it to the news channel.

"...and PRETTYMUCH member, Nick Mara, were emitted to the hospital last night after what the police says was a 'brutal night'. The youngest of the three, 20 year old A'Javi Garcia, endured the most injuries. Mara had told police that Michael Boatwright, who was also involved in the recent killing of rapper, XXXTENTACION, smashed Garcia's face into the concrete twice after punching her. Police were told that William Bracey pointed a gun at Johnson then proceeded to beat her with it. It was also said that Bracey was the true mastermind behind the shooting. Doctors discovered that the men were under the influence of drugs since hallucinogenics were found in their blood. The two men are currently in custody."

Lauren switches the TV off and Camila's cries entered the room once again. My own waterworks started back up as well.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. Will was behind all of this? Including the death of her brother? He wanted me back so badly that he wanted to destroy her in any way possible.

I hope he rots in prison. Rots.

"At least we know they're safe now," Dinah says, mostly to the weeping girl. "We should go and see them," Lauren says, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. I nod, wiping my eyes, "Yeah, we should."