Save Me, Ambrose

Pissed Off

December 1
Colby:
I sat on Jayden's bed, watching as she slept. She'd let out a moan everyone once in a while and clutch her bandaged wrists but when I touched her arm, she'd relax and fall back into a peaceful sleep.
"How's she doing?" I look up to see Jon standing at the doorway, his hands jammed in his pockets and he was leaning on the doorframe.
"She's fine. Thanks, Jon. For saving her."
"I'd do it over if I had to."
"Well hopefully we don't." He grunts in response and I hold Jayden's hand as she lets out a yelp. She sits up and stares at me, fear in her eyes. "It's alright, Jayden. I'm right here."
"Please don't leave me."
"I won't, I promise." She relaxes and lays back down. Her eyes move towards the door, an instant smile on her tired face.
"Jon." She breathes out, her smile growing wider. He walks towards her and takes her hand in his. They stare at each other for a while until her eyes droop close and he plants a kiss on her forehead.
"I have to go, I'll be back." He silently walks out of the room, leaving me alone once again with Jayden.

Jon:
I get into my car and drive to Phil and AJ's house. I pound on the door.
"Phil, it's Jon! Let me in!" The door swings open and a tired looking Phil leans on the doorframe.
"Now isn't really a good--"
"Jayden's fine." He sighs and looks down at the floor.
"AJ wants nothing to do with Jayden, man. I'm sorry." He goes to close the door but I stick my foot in the way. He sighs. "Jon, man, AJ doesn't care."
"Where is AJ?"
"She's on the couch. She's been up for days."
"Give her my condolences."
"What?"
"She is giving up one of few people who will put up with her bullshit." I turn and walk towards my car. I get into my car and drive back to Colby's house. I've had enough of Jayden's friends turning their back on her in her most desperate times.

Phil:
I slam the door closed after Jon drove off and walk downstairs.
"Who was that?"
"Jon."
"Oh?"
"He said Jayden's fine." AJ just shrugs, "he also told me to give you his condolences."
"What?"
"He said you lost the one friend who put up with your bullshit."
"Excuse me?"
"His words, not mine." AJ goes silent, an angry look on her face and she pulls out her phone. She holds it to her ear.
"Where's Jon? I want to speak to him. It doesn't concern you. Where is he? What do you mean you don't know? Tell him to call me when he gets there." She hangs up and starts typing on her phone. She growls and slams her phone down on the coffee table. She gets up and heads upstairs.
"I have a match tonight, I'll be back." I heard shuffling from upstairs and the front door slams. I plop down on the couch and look at AJ's phone.

When I find you, I will beat the living shit out of you. You better hope and pray your little angel won't be backstage tonight, because I'll do much worse to her. ~ AJ.