𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 , 𝗷.𝗴 & 𝘀.𝘄

< twelve >

i sat on the bed with my dress back on and robe laying across my bare legs as a somewhat blanket when i heard an amused laugh come from the bathroom.

"jack?" i questioned, dropping my feet to the floor and walking towards the bathroom.

"rilee, the toilet water is blue." jack opened the door with a huge grin on his face, "look!"

i walked on the cold tile floors over to the toilet, "yes it's very ... blue, jack.", i mentioned slowly.

he looked over at me and i let out a giggle, the smallest things got him so excited, "it's getting kinda late so i'm gonna go get my heels from downstairs."

"okay, be careful." jack smiled, kissing my nose.

"careful?" i raised a brow backing up out of the bathroom.

"just go." he chuckled, putting the toilet seat down.

i walked out into the hallway with a smirk on my face, everyone was in their rooms by now considering it was around one a.m. my bare feet made no noise what-so-ever on the carpeted hallway, but a loud moan stopped me in my tracks.

well, jack was definitely right that other people would be having sex tonight. i laughed to myself and turned the corner where the elevator was, but what i saw caused my heart to skip a beat.

it was sammy making out with another girl against the wall. i stepped back behind the wall, leaning around the corner to watch, and it was for sure sam.

him picking her up against the wall was my signal to run as fast as i could back down the hall i came. and that's exactly what i did, except tears were running down my cheeks.

you shouldn't be feeling like this. sam is just a close friend. there weren't supposed to be strings attached. why are you crying? you guys aren't dating. he can be with anyone he wants.

so many thoughts swarmed in my head as i ran down the stairs and into the lobby. there was a guy asleep at the front desk as i'm guessing he took night shift. i let out a shaky breath and pushed open the doors to the ballroom.

while i was leant over, picking up my heels, i heard what sounded like a loud argument from the other set of doors into the empty room i was in. the doors opened and two guys with beer in their hands came in, clearly drunk.

i was about to shrug it off and walk out of the ballroom when a guy began yelling and pushing who looked like jack johnson around. i couldn't exactly make out what they were fighting about, but all confusion escaped my mind when the rude guy pushed johnson with full force on to a fragile glass table.

the whole thing shattered into a million pieces while jacks unconscious body hit the floor. everything felt like it was going in slow motion. i got a better grip on the heels i was holding and then took off to the back doors that lead to another part of the lobby.

before the elevator door closed with me in it, i faintly heard a male voice panicking over the phone with 911.

my eyes scanned the door numbers until i found ours, 516. "jack!" i struggled with my trembling hands to turn the doorknob, "jac-"

"what's wrong?" jack looked down at me - paranoid.

i could barely even talk with all my emotions building up inside of me, "j-j-jack was downstairs and he w-was with these other guys that were drinking, and they w-were in a fight and he was pushed hard, and f-flew on to this glass table a-and know he's unconscious." i began to cry harder than i had after seeing sam with the mystery girl.

"oh my god. did they call 911?" jack asked, stepping out of the doorway.

i nodded, "okay, go get rebecca, i'll be downstairs." he said while racing off to the elevator.

"rebecca!" i screamed once i found room 523. my fist came in contact with the door, "rebecca!"

"w-what? what's wrong?" rebecca answered the door with fear in her eyes.

"jack. jack johnson, he has to go to the hospital, come on." i grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the hallway.

"is he okay?" her voice shook, but i couldn't answer her question, i didn't know if he was.

"fuck!" i mumbled loudly, the elevator was taking too long to come up as i repeatedly slammed my palm against the down button.

"lets take the stairs." rebecca suggested.

i ran down the stairs for the second time again with rebecca beside me. my heart was pounding out of my chest and it felt like i couldn't breathe.

once we made it down the five flights and into the lobby, jack j was being wheeled outside on a gurney. the guys that were in a fight with him were explaining what happened and gilinsky was walking outside.

"jack!" i called out as rebecca and i came up behind him.

"they're taking him to the hospital, so i said i'd follow in my jeep." jack told us as we followed him out into the night. the lights from the ambulence and lights around the parking spots helped us find our ride.

the cold air was refreshing into my lungs and helped calm me from breaking down further more. the ride to the hospital was silent allowing us to ponder about what had just happened all in under an hour.

way to end a prom night, in tears and going to the hospital for a friend. i kind of wished i had tried the fish and had an allergic reaction, or listened to the makeup artist, amy, and purposely poured punch on my dress so i had to go home early.

anything would've been better than a broken heart and pure fear on what was going to happen with jack j. speaking of which, where the hell is sammy?

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akjdkfsn what am i doing with this story?

i was on the verge of tears writing this honestly, yikes.

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