𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

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[ Jorel's POV ]

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Our band is falling apart! Aron and Jeff left again, even our new drummer Matthew left! George you need to grow up man!

I sat down on my bed trying to call them but all I got were voicemails. I threw my phone away and walked towards George.

"Look what you've done! The whole band is falling apart!" I shouted.

"What I've done? Those idiot's did it themselfs, they left I didn't!" George shouted back.

"You are the reason they left, grow up man." I said and I walked outside.

I was sitting here with Dylan, Jordon and Danny. We talked about George, we decided that we don't talk to him untill he says sorry.

That night we had a show. I cutted it off. I don't want to do this anymore. Performing with a bad feeling? I rather don't! I walked backstage and the others followed.

"I quit the show!" I shouted. "I'm done!"

I walked outside towards my car, I sat down behind the steering wheel and I drove home.

"They are all trash!" I drove fast.

I didn't even pay attention to the speed and the last thing I saw were the lights from a car coming towards me.

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[ Matthew's POV ]

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I arrived at home and I turned on the tv. I unpack my suitcase and then I heard something on the radio.

"𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑱-𝒅𝒐𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏."

What?! Jorel had a collision? No, I can't believe that! What happend? How did it happen?

I wanted to visit him but I didn't want to face George again. I picked up my phone and I started to call Jorel.

Ofcourse he doesn't answer!

A little later I tried again, the phone is ringing.

"Hello? Jorel?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"It's me Matthew! Are you oka-"

"Why is that douchbag calling you?!" I heard George shout.

"He wants to make sure that-"

George took Jorel's phone.

"Don't call him ever again you bastard!" He said before he hung up.

I felt a lump in my throat. Why is he like this?? I just wanted to make sure Jorel is okay.

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[ Jorel's POV ]

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I snatched my phone out of George his hands.

"Mind your own business!" I said.

"If I ever see you with that Idiot-"

"You aren't my fucking dad!" I cut him off.

"I do what I want and I'm calling him back right now!" I shouted.

"No you aren't!" George said and threw my phone on the ground and slapped me.

I threw a glass at him, some glass probably came in his arm because it was bleeding. He stormed out the room and shutted the door behind him.

I got out of the bed and opened my phone to call Matthew.

"Matthew, I'm sorry George took my phone.."

"It's fine...." I heard him sobbing before he hung up.

I feel fucked up! I feel bad for Matthew and I'm pissed at George!