The picture up above is Tyler with a nose ring. Just like imagine him as 15 and without the facial hair lol. The edit is from instagram from @80scalpuniia and I got it from trvshmouthtxzier . Make fun of it all you want but he looks cute

Also, trigger warnings for mentions of attempted rape. Covers pretty much the whole chapter. Stay safe guys ):

Josh was sleeping soundly next to Tyler when his phone started ringing. He groaned and picked it up from the nightstand next to him, squinting his eyes against the bright screen. He saw he was receiving a call and as soon as he went to answer it, it ended.

His eyes widened he saw he had seven missed calls from Ashley, including the one he just missed. She never called him.

Josh's eyes caught the time, 1:23, before he slid he notification to call her back. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, instantly thinking the worse.

"Josh?" She sobbed out.

"Shit, Ashley, I was sleepin' 'm so sorry," he said in a low voice. "What's wrong?"

"Somethin' happened at the party 'nd 'm drunk so I can' drive home 'nd I don' wanna be alone," she explained.

"What happened?" He asked, getting out of Tyler's bed and pulling his jeans on.

"I can'," she sobbed again. "I can' tell ya right now. Can ya come get me? Please?"

"Yeah," Josh looked over and saw Tyler stirring. "Text me where ya are."

"O-okay," she cried. "Hurry. Please."

Josh was about to reply but she ended the call. He shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his jacket off the floor, tugging it on. "Josh?" Tyler mumbled. "Where're you goin'?" He asked into the pillow.

"I gotta go pick up Ash, somethin's wrong. I don' know if I'll be back. I'm sorry," he bent down and pressed a kiss to Tyler's forehead.

"Okay," Tyler nodded sleepily into the pillow, letting out a yawn. "Stay safe please. I can't lose you."

"I will," he assured. "Bye, Ty."

The brunette didn't reply and Josh could see his breathing evening out, letting him know he was asleep.

Josh quickly hurried out of the house, making sure to flip the lock before shutting the door, and got into his beaten up truck. He got a message with the address and put it into maps before driving there as fast as he could without getting stopped by the multiple cops out due to it being the early morning after Halloween.

Minutes later he pulled up in front of Pete Wentz's house, parking haphazardly on the side of the street. He saw Ashley was sitting on the curb by the driveway, shivering and holding her knees to her chest. When she saw Josh get out and head towards her she began shaking her head and sobbing again. "'M sorry," she cried, her lip wobbling.

Josh didn't reply as he pulled in her for a hug. He didn't care about many people but Ashley definitely made the small list of ones he did care about. "You're shakin'," he took his jacket off and wrapped it around her. "C'mon, lets get ta my truck."

Silently, she allowed Josh to help her up and practically carry her to his vehicle. He helped her in and shut the door before going around and getting back in himself. He quickly started the truck and turned the heat on so she would stop shaking. "Thanks," she said quietly.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as he pulled away and began making his way to his house. He knew Ashley wouldn't want to go home. She hated her mom and her dad but the latter had fucked off before she could even speak.

Ashley opened her mouth to speak but she started crying again. "I don' wanna tell you."

"You better fuckin' tell me I drove my ass all the way over here ta get ya. Ya ain't a pussy if you're cryin' it's for a reason," Josh told her.

"If I tell ya you'll kill him."

"That's never stopped either of us before! Tell me right fuckin'—"

"I almost got raped."

The words were so quiet Josh almost didn't catch them over his voice escalating in volume. "What?"

"This guy from another school—" she paused to take a shaky breath but another sob came out. "He- he said if I was dressed like that I was askin' for it 'nd I slut it up with every guy with a pulse so there's no reason I shouldn' want ta with him."

Josh tightened his hands around his steering wheel, his knuckles going white. "Who was it?"

"Josh, no."

"Who was it?" He repeated, his voice frighteningly calm.

"No."

"God dammit, Ashley!" He hit the steering wheel, shouting. "Tell me who the fuck it was or I swear to God I'll slaughter every fuckin' guy in this town until I find out!"

"His name was Gerald! Okay? He goes to Jefferson!" She yelled back.

"What did you do?"

"We were jus' makin' out in one of the bedrooms 'nd that's the most I wanted ta do but he kept goin'," she explained, still bawling. "He said no one would believe me if I said anything. I had ta knee him in the balls 'nd I ran," she brought her knees to her chest once again. "I didn' want it," she sobbed.

Josh was enraged. "Do ya know where he lives?"

"No," she cried. "I have Pete's number 'nd he might know. I didn' see him when I left he might be passed out."

Josh pulled into his driveway and reached over, opening Ashley's door. "Go inside 'nd into my room. Change into pajamas 'nd lay down in my bed. No one should question ya but if they do say I had to get my shit from Tyler's."

"Josh—"

"'M gonna go see if Pete's awake myself 'nd if that prick is there he better run before I tear him apart limb by limb," Josh growled, not exaggerating.

"Okay," Ashley nodded. "I love ya."

"I love ya too. I'll be back when 'm done whether I get his address or I have ta hunt him down myself."

"Josh, if ya ask for his address you're goin' get caught. Don' do anythin' stupid. Go drive 'nd cool off 'nd we can deal with it tomorrow when 'm not hysterical. Ya wanted ta go ta Dal's anyway."

Josh sighed, knowing she was right. "Fine. I'll be back soon."

Ashley didn't reply as she got out and went inside his house. Josh was fucking pissed.

Things didn't go good when he was pissed.