We Haven't Forgotten
Chapter 10
“Hey Janice… it’s me… uh- Calum. Look, I need you to call me back……. Bye I guess.”
“Janice? Please answer the phone, we need to talk to you. Not just me, but the boys. Please call any of us, we’re starting to worry.”
“Janice…. Please pick up your phone. At least text us, send an email, maybe a telegraph, even a fucking pigeon. Just answer us.”
“We’re going over there. We gave you a day and we’re worried, see you in a few.”
(Calum POV)
I sigh and hang up.
“Anything?” Michael asks. My facial expression probably gave it away.
“Damn it Janice.” I mumble and pinch the bridge of my nose as I pace the room. “We have to go, I can’t just wait and expect her to pick up. She could be dead and we’re just sitting ducks.” I groan and pick up my jacket and keys.
“Calum, we’re with you, but are you sure that you’re the first person that she sees?” Ashton asks, holding me back a bit.
“I give no fucks right now, she needs to learn how to use her god damn phone and not scaring the people that care about her.”
On the car ride there, you could feel the tension in the car. As soon as the car is in park, we all sprint up to her apartment and pound on her door.
“JANICE!” The door slightly opens and Janice’s face is red, stained with old mascara.
“”H- Hey.” She stutters.
“Are you okay?” Michael quickly wraps her in a tight hug and she buries her face in the crook of his neck.
“No.” she squeaks out. She lets us in and we sit on her couch. Janice takes a deep breath, her body looks frail and she looks worn out.
“Sam committed suicide.” She breathes out. Silence fills the room and we all look at our hands. Sam, the guy that had a thing for Janice, her neighbor, Anissa’s ex, a guy that I once knew is dead.
“Oh fuck, well that changes things.” Luke huffs. Janice quickly wipes her under eyes and sighs.
“Look, I just wanted some time to think and I guess that I didn’t realize that so much time had gone by.”
“Have you had anything to eat lately?” Ashton shoots at her. She nods no and he stands up quickly and heads towards the kitchen.
“Janice, you should go take a quick shower as we put some clothes to wash and clean your place up a bit.” I soothe. She nods and slowly stands up and make her way to her bedroom.
(Janice’s POV)
The guys are so nice right now helping me but I can’t help but think about how I blame myself for Sam’s death. My best friend Sam who helped me through hard times and out up with my mistakes. He listened to me when there was no one else, he comforted me when I told him how much I missed the boys, especially Calum. Finally, after months of running away from his feelings, he tells me how he feels and I push him away. No, worse, I shove it back in his face. I ignored what had happened, what was happening. I never bothered to ask him how he was, or ever listened to his problems.
As I undress myself I hear soft murmurs above the water falling out of the showerhead.
“She’s gotten really skinny, we have to help her.”
“Okay, you’re right, but how do we ask her about the favor?”
“Right now isn’t the best time now. When is our next opportunity going to show itself though? Going on tour, the new album. Maybe it’ll help her get her mind off of Sam and we can also keep an eye on her.”
I shake my head, maybe I heard wrong. These walls aren’t sound proof, but they’re not paper thin either. Looking into the mirror, I trace a finger along my ribs, which have gotten more noticeable over the last couple of days. I step into the hot shower, my skin getting used to the dramatic change and I start to wash my body. I think about how I’ve read his suicide note -written to me- time after time. There is one line that goes through my head, over and over again.
Janice, if you’d listened to me, this wouldn’t of have happened.
And tears stream down my face, mixing in with the water. Knowing that it’s true I whisper:
“I’m sorry Sammy.”
“Janice? Please answer the phone, we need to talk to you. Not just me, but the boys. Please call any of us, we’re starting to worry.”
“Janice…. Please pick up your phone. At least text us, send an email, maybe a telegraph, even a fucking pigeon. Just answer us.”
“We’re going over there. We gave you a day and we’re worried, see you in a few.”
(Calum POV)
I sigh and hang up.
“Anything?” Michael asks. My facial expression probably gave it away.
“Damn it Janice.” I mumble and pinch the bridge of my nose as I pace the room. “We have to go, I can’t just wait and expect her to pick up. She could be dead and we’re just sitting ducks.” I groan and pick up my jacket and keys.
“Calum, we’re with you, but are you sure that you’re the first person that she sees?” Ashton asks, holding me back a bit.
“I give no fucks right now, she needs to learn how to use her god damn phone and not scaring the people that care about her.”
On the car ride there, you could feel the tension in the car. As soon as the car is in park, we all sprint up to her apartment and pound on her door.
“JANICE!” The door slightly opens and Janice’s face is red, stained with old mascara.
“”H- Hey.” She stutters.
“Are you okay?” Michael quickly wraps her in a tight hug and she buries her face in the crook of his neck.
“No.” she squeaks out. She lets us in and we sit on her couch. Janice takes a deep breath, her body looks frail and she looks worn out.
“Sam committed suicide.” She breathes out. Silence fills the room and we all look at our hands. Sam, the guy that had a thing for Janice, her neighbor, Anissa’s ex, a guy that I once knew is dead.
“Oh fuck, well that changes things.” Luke huffs. Janice quickly wipes her under eyes and sighs.
“Look, I just wanted some time to think and I guess that I didn’t realize that so much time had gone by.”
“Have you had anything to eat lately?” Ashton shoots at her. She nods no and he stands up quickly and heads towards the kitchen.
“Janice, you should go take a quick shower as we put some clothes to wash and clean your place up a bit.” I soothe. She nods and slowly stands up and make her way to her bedroom.
(Janice’s POV)
The guys are so nice right now helping me but I can’t help but think about how I blame myself for Sam’s death. My best friend Sam who helped me through hard times and out up with my mistakes. He listened to me when there was no one else, he comforted me when I told him how much I missed the boys, especially Calum. Finally, after months of running away from his feelings, he tells me how he feels and I push him away. No, worse, I shove it back in his face. I ignored what had happened, what was happening. I never bothered to ask him how he was, or ever listened to his problems.
As I undress myself I hear soft murmurs above the water falling out of the showerhead.
“She’s gotten really skinny, we have to help her.”
“Okay, you’re right, but how do we ask her about the favor?”
“Right now isn’t the best time now. When is our next opportunity going to show itself though? Going on tour, the new album. Maybe it’ll help her get her mind off of Sam and we can also keep an eye on her.”
I shake my head, maybe I heard wrong. These walls aren’t sound proof, but they’re not paper thin either. Looking into the mirror, I trace a finger along my ribs, which have gotten more noticeable over the last couple of days. I step into the hot shower, my skin getting used to the dramatic change and I start to wash my body. I think about how I’ve read his suicide note -written to me- time after time. There is one line that goes through my head, over and over again.
Janice, if you’d listened to me, this wouldn’t of have happened.
And tears stream down my face, mixing in with the water. Knowing that it’s true I whisper:
“I’m sorry Sammy.”
Notes
I absolutely love how this chapter ended, not saying that I like Sam dying. But what will happen between Janice and Calum?
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