Do-Over (A Jayy Von Monroe FanFic; BoTDF)

Chapter 13; "I 'Promise'."

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Warning in advance: There is a text in this chapter, and there will be plenty of misspellings in it. They are intentional (only misspellings in the text are intentional XD Just in case there are others because there probably will be), like to the point that I typed it correctly and THEN added the misspellings. Bear with me when it comes to them, they're important.

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I got a warm hug from Jayy before he went back downstairs to the living room. I smiled and pulled my shirt, bra, and jeans off, curling up in just my fairly sexy underwear under my warm, black blanket. It had rounded spikes and studs on the pleather top and a red velvet-like underside and even belt-like straps on the pleather side. Jayy had gotten it for me when we were on tour. He thought I'd like it (which of course was an enormous understatement compared to when I saw it) and I didn't have one besides an old worn "knit" blanket from the adoption agency.

Don't worry if you forgot about the whole adopted thing, sometimes I do too. It happens when you have more important problems, like a dead younger brother and an abusive step-bitch out and determined to send you following right after him.

I nuzzled into the warmth of the blanket, which admittedly still smelled like Jayy's cologne from when he'd done the laundry. I was only under there for a minute or two, but I was so exhausted from recent events and emotions that I started dozing almost immediately.

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I was so close to being able to push it off until the next day, so close to having one night of peace before my world crashed in.

My phone went off and my eyes widened, filling with tears. I couldn't believe what was in front of me.

'I love you Hunter, it's far too early, but it will soon be too late. I've been in an accident and I'm bleeding heavly from multiple injuries. 911 has been called and the paramdics are coming, but I won't be aliv when they come, I can fel it. I won't tell you where I am right now because I'm afrid of what lif will be like if I survive. This death will be more mercufil. If I did survie, I probbly wouldn't even be able to move on my own and you don't desurve that kind of burden this young abd you know I dn't have anyoe else. I love you and I'm sorry we never got tht second date. Just my luck to di now, after you sad yes and choose to stay. Imm feling week now, I feer it's cming.

Tlk 2 yy

Youre God 2gthr

Mych luv.'

I curled into a right ball and cried for a moment or two. But I didn't want to go through what I did the last time, pushing everyone away and having no outside comfort and support.

Despite knowing Dahvie was probably drinking with Jayy, maybe all the guys even, I got a shirt on as fast as I could, running downstairs with just my "dirty slave" boyshorts on. Tears were rushing down my face as I saw Jayy and Dahvie talking. I hugged Jayy tightly around the waist and noticed that he didn't smell like alcohol, which only really confused me for a second. 'Probably didn't even have time,' I realized. 'It's only been a few minutes...'

"H-Hunter?" He asked. "Relax, I haven't had anything to drink yet." He gently rubbed my back. I pressed the phone to his cheek and he took it. "Oh Hunter..." I felt his head move, he was probably looking at Dahvie. "Jason's dying. Car accident. And he doesn't want her to find him because he can tell he's badly hurt. He won't say where he is and he hid his location."

"W-Why...?"

"He only has me Dahvie..." I said through gasps. "And he doesn't want me to have to move him around everywhere for the rest of our lives, which I would have to if he lived, even if we grew apart. But I would. I wouldn't mind... Besides... He's scared..."

"So he'd rather leave you behind?"

"It's-It's his life D-Dahvie. He chooses to stay or go."

"He might pull through."

I swallowed, trying desperately to hold my frustration, but loosing grip on it. "He was already dying when he sent the text... He's lost so much blood, he can't even spell correctly!"

Dahvie sighed. "Well it's not like he isn't weak, and scared besides. Doesn't mean he didn't pass out and think he was dying. They might get to him in time."

"Maybe," I said, soothed with hope. What Dahvie was saying made sense. I closed my eyes, clenching them shut. "God I hope so..."

Jayy tightened his grip on me and shook his head sadly. Dahv rested his lips against my temple. "Oh Hunter... You just can't catch a break, you poor girl. No matter what, we'll be here, okay?"

"Just...Just please let us be this time, okay angel?" Jayy asked softly, his nerves causing an edgy tone in his voice.

I nodded and they pulled both me closer. "D-...Don't hurt me," I begged.

"Why would we?" Jayy asked softly, just barely stifling the confusion in his voice.

"I-I'm vulnerable right now and...Th-This is always when it happens. People always take advantage... I'm begging you, please... God, just please don't 'hurt' me... I need you guys so much... Please," I begged, slipping to the floor.

They followed me down and Jayy took charge, holding me in his lap. He made me look at him. "Hunter," he said sternly, but with a warm tone underneath. "I didn't hurt you the first time I saw you, when I just so easily could have. I could've fucked with you so badly, you were so broken and alone, or I could've left you. But no. What did I do?" I looked down with my eyes, Jayy still holding my head in place. "Hunter, what did I do?"

"Y-You helped me..."

"Damn right. And I'll do it again now, today, tomorrow, the next day, and every God damned time after that for the rest of our lives because I 'will not let you feel alone'. 'Ever' again. Ever."

Because you were alone in one of the worst times in most teenagers' lives. And I know what you almost did, and I know you haven't moved past or away from the desire and ability to try to do it again. I will 'not' find you dead Hunter, I did that once. And that will be the last fucking time, I swear to God it will." He pulled me against his chest.

I tightened my arms around him. "Promise?"

He pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes, a determined and more serious look then I'd ever seen in his eyes. "I 'promise'."