Is this true love? [Danny Worsnop fan fiction]

Where the fuck are you?! (Ben POV)

I was out walking around the town looking for some new t-shirts which I could wear onstage, when my phone rang.

I looked at the screen and it was Danny, so I picked up. 

"What's up man?" I asked whilst looking at some t-shirts.

"Ben, I need you to go to my house and see if Lexy is okay, we had an argument this morning and she locked herself in her room and I need to know if she's okay." Danny quickly said. 

"An argument?" I asked.

"Yes, an argument, I was meant to be keeping away from her because I wanted to break things off with her, but last night she was drunk and we kind of, had sex, I didn't want to but she forced me to." Danny said.

"She raped you?!" I said, making my voice louder.

"Shh! Okay, it wasn't really rape, but she kind of lead me on dude, I wanted to stay away from her, but she pissed me off big time." He said.

I nodded even though he couldn't see me and I started walking out of the shop towards my car. 

"It's all cool then dude, I'll go see if she's alright and I'll get back to you." I said.

"Cheers mate." Then Danny hung up. 

I drove to the house, when I got there everything seemed quiet, the front door was slightly open though. I got out of the car and slowly walked up, when I got to the front door nobody was around, so I knocked it in case and quietly walked in. 

"Hello? It's me! Ben." I called out up the stairs. But there was no answer.

Then I heard a scream from upstairs, I ran as fast as I could, searching every room.

"LEXY! WHERE ARE YOU?" I shotued, still rushing in and out of rooms. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! LEXY!" 

I ran to the bathroom door and it was locked, I heard more screams from in there, so I kept bashing the door with my shoulder, it wasn't any good. So I ran to get a chair from Danny's room. I ran back and the screaming had stopped, but I carried on bashing in the door. Then it opened, I rushed in to find blood and a razor on the floor, blood was dripping towards the bath, I walked in and I saw bloody water, I was almost sick everywhere, Lexy was under the water, I quickly pulled her out, she had a slight pulse, so I pulled her across the floor and onto the landing, I did CPR but she wasn't coming around, so I dialled 911. "You'll be okay Lexy, help is on the way." I whispered.

I looked over to see on the bathroom mirror, written in blood. 

"I'm sorry for being a mistake, let me just go for you." 

It made me feel ill.