Boys in The Band

**Chase's POV**
I woke up. My eyes darted around the room, searching if Bob was still in the house. I tried lifting my head but pain ensued and ripped through my entire body. I clenched my teeth and put my head back down, ears ringing and head pounding. I let out a small whimper when I heard Mikey calling my name outside the door.

He turned the knob but the chain stopped short. He stepped back and kicked the door right beside the latch and the chain popped off the wall and the door swung open, reveling a distressed Way brother. "Chase! Oh my God!" He said, running over to me and kneeling beside me, checking to see if I was seriously injured and then rolling me over to my side when he thought I was well enough to move without my spine breaking or something. He brushed my hair off my face and kissed my cheek, "Chase, Oh God. I shouldn't have sent you home..." He choked on his words and I could even feel the tears welling up in his eyes.
I weakly smiled and struggled to reach one hand out and touched his face. "I'm fine." I said, my voice weak and sickly.
He grabbed my hand and placed it back down on the floor. "No, we need to get you to the hospital. Maybe even the police. You're not going to put up with this. He'll kill you one day!" Tears rolled down his cheeks as he reached for his phone.
I stopped him, "No. We just have to get out of here. Don't call the police, they won't help us anymore." I tried to pull myself into my side, but a shot of pain ran up from my wrist to my elbow and way up to my shoulder. Bruises started to form on my hands and on my legs. I could feel my face would be purple by tomorrow morning, and dried blood clung to my nose. Tears stained my cheeks.
"Well, let's get you out of here. But you have to promise to go to the hospital by tomorrow." Mikey said, picking me up bridal style and carefully carried me to my bedroom.
"Or else what?"
"I can't bring myself to take away privileges." he said, shooting a sympathetic glance at me.
The sheets were all tangled and unwashed. He laid me down in bed, propping up my head with three pillows. "You're not falling asleep on me."
I nodded and watched as he opened the closet, throwing my clothes on the bed with the hangers and sorting through piles of shoes, picking out anything brightly colored or heeled. He wondered over to my dresser, opening each drawer. "I'm guessing all of this is yours?" He asked.
I nodded again.
He flipped open his cell phone and dialed a number, I watched him closely and he stared right back. "Gee, can you bring the trailer?.... And get her out of the house. She needs to go..... Yeah, you know where to go.... Thanks." He hung up. "Gerard will be on his way to help you pack up. We might as well move some stuff to the front door." He smiled.
I was well enough to stand up on my own. I grabbed one of my bright pink suitcases and pulled it to the bathroom, sitting on the floor and packing away my hair products, makeup, and other toiletries no woman could live without. I took a couple of towels as well.

Mikey would pop his head into the rooms I would be in, asking if any furniture was mine or if I needed help with anything. But Bob had bought most of the stuff. I moved to my bedroom and threw my clothes in white garbage bags, labeling each one as "tops", "shoes", "jeans", and so on. I slowly dragged everything to the front door, collecting my family photos on the way down the hall. Mikey was standing by the stove, stirring up a pot of Mac n' Cheese.I smiled at him and her smirked back. "What would I do without you, Mikey."

Notes

After two cliffhangers, she's not dead ;)
'Tis Sunday so updates might be scattered throughout the week. But I will definitely update next weekend! Possibilities of an update tonight is looking a bit slim, it's thunderstorm season in AUS!
Stay beautiful, Killjoys!
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