Hey! Quick bit of an author's note, umm, if you read my notifications book (EVSB 2) then you would know about the schedule SO! I will be updating this book weekly every Wednesday and if for some reason I forget or miss it due to too much homework I'll update it on Thursday or ASAP

And that's all I wanted to say guys ^w^ Enjoy!

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--= Jerome's + POV =--

"Preston, I'm so sorry." Teeth hooking onto my lip as my gaze detached from him and onto the ceiling, I let out a breath as the scene played thoroughly inside of my head. I really was trying to avoid it.

It never worked.

Remembering every word, and remembering every second. My hands slinking up and down my face, mostly my cheekbones I glanced at Preston who was rocking himself gently back and forth.

At least I didn't see it alone....

Lips parting and my throat clearing, a few words slipped out of my mouth asking if Preston was okay but he didn't answer me. His eyes glued onto the wood tiled floor and his mouth open I could see it all replaying in his pupils.

Facial expression falling, I raised a hand to Preston and waved it in front of his face earning a jolt from Preston as two tears from each eye slid down his face and curved to his chin where it dripped off.

".....Have you ever missed him?....Like....Really, really missed him? And when people tell you to get over it you can hear him?...Telling you to move on but you just can't?"

"I, umm, I can't say I have P-Dog." I answered.

Rubbing the back of my neck with my hand as I watched him carefully, afraid he wasn't going to crumple into shards of glass because he was so small and delicate, Preston just wiped his eyes and nodded, not saying anything.

"P-Dog...."

He didn't answer or acknowledge my voice at this point. Almost like he wasn't even there, I was terrified he was going to fade away and disappear into thin air due to how quiet and transparent he looked.

"P."

He still hasn't said anything. Worry growing deeply inside of me, I slowly reached my arm out careful not to grab his attention. My fingers sliding across his wrist, I slowly pulled him towards me and he didn't fight it at all.

It was almost like he was asleep. Tears pricking at my eyes to see him in a heap like a rag doll, I pulled him into my chest, arms wrapping tightly around him I leaned my head against his left shoulder as he sat there slumped not moving an inch.

"You really do scare me when you're like this..." I motioned. Hoping he would say something. Anything. Even a big breath I needed to see him blink, I needed to see him smile...

"Smile Preston..."

"Live Jerome." Freezing in my tracks, my body began to shake as the two words slipped through my ears and whispered at my brain. Shoving Preston away as I managed to scramble onto my feet I couldn't help but glare at him.

So many thoughts pounding onto my skull, I scrunched my eyes shut and my hands clasped onto my head in pain. Emitting a groan from my lips, I could see Preston's lips twitch upwards in a smile as his eyes shimmered a dark red.

One the colour of blood.

"That's not fair."

"But we have to...I have to." Preston whispered. His voice so fragile and filled with self pity, I cocked an eyebrow to see Preston's facial expression realizing he was grasping at straws to keep the quiet away.

"Who says that? HAVE to live? Everyone has a choice." I stated. Swinging my legs off of the bed, I glanced warily at Preston before strolling into the bathroom that was connected.

Turning on the tap and splashing some water on my face, taking a sip of some of the water I could hear quiet whimpers coming from Preston's mouth.

Peeking through the door to stare at him, Preston looked up at me because he was crumpled in the corner of the bed and shook his head wildly like he was afraid of something.

"I don't."

"P, Why don't you have a choice?" I persisted. Preston's eyes brightening a colour telling me he was getting annoyed, I opened my mouth to correct myself but Preston already started to talk to me.

"You understand more than you think you do! You just don't realize it yet."

".....I really don't get what your saying." I answered. Preston sitting in the heap of the corner, I spoke his name but he clearly didn't hear me.

Shuffling out of the bathroom and closer towards him, my heart leapt into my throat as he pounced onto me. Arms getting pinned above my head as my back slammed into the floor, I stared wide-eyed at Preston as he glared at me, pure hatred brewing inside of his eyes.

"IF I DIE, IT DOESN'T MATTER. WHAT I LIVE FOR IS THE AGONY OF KNOWING I WASN'T THERE TO PROTECT ROB WHEN HE NEEDED ME MOST.

DON'T TELL ME THAT I CAN DIE WHENEVER I WANT BECAUSE I NEED TO SUFFER. IT'S ONE OF MY RULES, IT'S YOURS TOO I KNOW IT IS. IF MITCH DIED YOU WOULD BE DOING THE SAME!"

Heart ticking, I let out a groan as my head smacked into the floor. Giving up on trying to be polite I snatched Preston's throat in my hands as I stood back up and tossed him onto the bed growling.

"I WOULD WOULD I?! PRESTON THAT'S THE STUPIDEST RULE I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE." Vision flashing green and my fists bared, Preston snapped his head over to my direction with a look I've never seen plastered on his face before.

"IF YOU THINK SO TRY IT."

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT ENOUGH TO DO IT." Screeches being tossed back and forth Preston looked like he was about to blow up and murder some people. Trying to back down now as the green faded, Preston's hand set on fire as he stormed over to me.

"ARE YOU SURE? LOOK IN THE MIRROR FUR BAG! THERE'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE A PART OF YOU THAT WANTS TO AND WILL DO IT IF IT HAPPENS. DON'T MAKE ME SKIN YOU SO YOU CAN SEE THAT BASTARD OF A MAN WHO HIDES LIKE A COWARD UNDER HIS FLUFFY FLIPPING FUR COAT!"

Preston clenching his hands as he shoved them into his pockets which only lit the rest of himself on fire, he growled in annoyance as he swiftly hopped out of the window and walked down the dirt trail trying not to hit any trees or dead grass that could spread wildfire.

Biting my lip, I look at the singed carpet to see it covered in a blanket of ash. Maybe I should have tried a different tactic....It's going to be weeks before all of this is cleared up.