LP’s POV

“Boys! Let’s get back to recording!” I sighed. Phil and Tino were fooling around with their “lucky tuba” they had found about twelve years back. The duo now used it as a goal and shot assorted objects at it. It was break and so far, Austin and Alan deemed that Phil had ten points and Tino had fourteen.

“Five more minutes?” Alan pleaded. I put on my serious face and shook my head. My husband sighed and went to pick up his guitar. Tino fished around in the old metal instrument for his drumsticks that he shot in.

“Let me get a drink, then we can start.” Aaron called as he ran out of the room. No one could object as the door swung shut. Everyone else puttered about the room, arranging their own spaces before they started recording. It was about noon, and we’d have to get lunch soon. This break wasn’t scheduled, but well deserved.

A scream shocked the room.

Austin, the tallest and fastest, was the first to jump over an amp and book it to the door. Alan grasped me hand and pulled me along as the Tino armed himself with drumsticks and Phil carried the tuba. As we burst through the doors, the lone hallway carried the sound of a figure running down the hall.

Aaron lay bleeding on the floor, a knife in his side.

The figure wore a grey hoodie and ran down the hall. Tino, Phil, and Alan let out a war cry and followed him. Tino’s sticks held high over his head, Phil lunging forward with the tube, and Alan screaming in furious rage. People were starting to come out of their rooms, wondering what the fuss was about. It looked like the three stooges chasing the robber.

It would’ve been quite funny, if Aaron wasn’t bleeding out on the green carpet.

“Help! Please, someone help us! Aaron’s injured!” Austin screamed out. People sent out the call down the hall. Within ten seconds, or what seemed like hours, people came down to help Aaron. Paramedics arrived a minute later.

Austin picked up the knife that was plucked out of Aaron’s side. He moaned from the pain as he was lifted onto the stretcher. Alan, Tino, and Phil came back looking dejected.

“What happened?” I asked Alan. He shook his head.

“We chased him to the park, where he disappeared.” The ginger sighed. The rest of the band went back into the studio as the hallway cleared. We would visit Aaron in the hospital in a few minutes, after discussing what had happened.

“What’s this?” Tino picked up the knife. A rubber band was around the hilt. The tan band secured a small note against the wooden hilt.

“Read it!” Phil encouraged Austin as he unfolded the note. We all crowded in the room to read for ourselves.

Lily-Pearl, you’re next.

I gaped at it, not only what the main point was, but the name signed at the bottom. It was like a distant memory resurfaced. The bruised ribs, the tears from my sister, the once kind words turned to hurtful bullets.

James Rener, former friend of Raelyn.

Notes

O.O What will happen next?!

To a little bit more about James, refer back to the first story, Dear Austin...