Make me a promise (Vic fuentes love story)

What's so good about picking up the pieces

~~~Tony's P.O.V~~~

I looked at Vic, he looked so ill, his eyes were wide as he stared terrified at his phone screen.

""Vic? What’s wrong" I asked majorly concerned.

"Hayley." He stuttered as his phone dropped to the ground before he got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Vic!" I yelled as he ran down the hall, shit. This was all happening way to fast, my mind was worried sick about Hayley, surely June wouldn't hurt her. I mean, I know June is fucked in the head but surely she had some morals.... I sure as hell hoped so.

"What's wrong with Vic...I mean Aside from the obvious..."Jaime asked.

"I'm not sure I mean he was looking at his phone then boom he ran off." I said picking up Vic’s phone and started flicking through it...holy shit!

"Jaime! Look at this! Look what she's putting Hayley through, that sick bitch, we have to find her Jaime!" I said practically shoving the phone in his face, his face widened with shock.

"C'mon, you get Mike, I'll go get Vic, we have to do something we can't just let Hayley suffer...she's already been through enough as it is, c'mon Jaime!" I said pushing past him and running down the hall to the men’s bathroom. I pushed the door open and walked into the graffiti filed room, the smell of vomit and urine hit me hard...ugh. 

"Vic? Are you in here?" I check each cubicle until I found him huddled in the last one, tears running down his cheeks, he sat there with his wrist out and a razor blade in his hand, crap.

"VIC STOP!" I yelled running over to him and trying my hardest to pry the razor out of his hand.

"NO! I don't want to....I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HER! I NEED! I WANT TO DIE TONY!" He yelled wrestling me for the razor, I finally grabbed a firm grip of it and threw it away.

"Vic stop please!" I pleaded, never in all our years of friendship had I seen him so torn and broken up. I hardly recognised him and that scared me.

"Leave me alone Tony!"

"Look Vic, I don't know what's gotten into you but this isn’t the right way to handle it" I said.

"You don't understand, she's gone! I'm never going to see her again! I love her toy, I FUCKING LOVE HER! and now she's gone, and I....I don't know what to do, and you know what the worst part is? IT'S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT!" He screamed at me, bursting into even more tears, I held him tight in my arms as he broke down.

"Vic...it's not your fault, how can you even say that? She loves you, you're the reason she's still alive, if it weren't for you she'd still be self-harming now. Imagine what she would say if she saw you like this right now?" I said and I hugged him and tried my best to calm him down.

"But none of this would have happened if I hadn't bought June into this." He whispered.

"Hey, don't blame yourself for June's craziness alright? It's not your fault. Now if you really want to see Hayley again then you need to pull yourself together and come out and help, Mike, Jaime and I make a plan to find her. Okay?" I said loosening my grip on him so he could look at me.

He sat up slowly sniffing; he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. "Okay."

"Alright c'mon lets go." I said helping him to his feet; we walked out of the bathroom backstage to where Mike and Jaime were.

"We're going." Mike said he had a pissed off expression on his face.

"W-where are Dylan and the girls?" Vic asked.