Chapter eight

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Ryes POV
I fell to my knees. What was happening? Where was he going? What was he going to do? I had a flash back to earlier that day when we were in the recording studio, when I had saw the cuts on Andy's wrists and arms. My heart stopped.

Brooks POV
I went outside to see rye on his knees sobbing. "Mate I'm sorr...." "Your sorry?!" Rye shouted looking up at me. "Andy had nothing to do with any of this but you dragged him into this and now he's gone! I have no clue where he is going and I have no clue what he's going to do but all I know is that he's not in the right mindset to be alone!" Rye broke down. "Rye don't worry, he'll come back at some point tonight" I start to explain but Rye doesn't want to hear it. "WELL WHAT IF HE DOESNT?! HES BEEN SELF HARMING BROOKLYN! SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT IF WE DONT GO AFTER HIM HES NOT COMING BACK!!" "Come on, get in my car, let's go find him." I said opening my car door. Rye rushed into the passenger side of my car. He texts Andy as we drive off but we both know that he's not going to reply.

Ryes POV
Me and Brook have been driving around for hours but there is still no sign of Andy. "Bro I think we should go home, maybe Andy is back there and if not we will call all of his friends and family to see if they have heard from him and then we will look for him again in the morning" brook says. I nod slightly. "Okay" I whisper. We drive home and I run inside. "Andy?! Andy?!" I shout. Nothing. "Don't worry, we'll find him" brook says. "Just don't give up"

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