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Owen knew the flu could be bad and could put you out for a few days even weeks but he had a gut feeling Bianca wasn’t sick. He wasn’t sure what was going on but she wasn’t sick and even if by some chance she was sick why hadn’t she texted him back. He had left her over a dozen messages and now he was getting worried. He had even questioned Tristan to see if he knew anything at all but no. She was off the grid and it was freaking him out. Anything could have happened and of course his mind always went to the worse thing. He tried one last time to send her a message, ‘Bianca, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but hit me back just tell me your safe and to fuck off if that’s what you want’. He had planned to wait for a couple hours to see if she reposed but it was kill him not to know so without thinking he grabbed his keys and raced off to her place. He had been to her place before but not often normally they were at his house. So it felt strange for to be heading to the brunets place but he had to know she was okay. It didn’t take him long to get to the apartment complex. Once parked he made his way to her house number, banging on the door as if he was the police or something, “It’s Owen come on!” His stomach was in knots sick from worrying about her. He had never said it aloud to anyone but she was the love of his life and he would always worry for her no matter what happened between them. Even if she never loved him or if he never admitted his feelings he’d always care for her and worry for her. 

It started  few hours ago before he ever texted Bianca.  Fitz had called him up telling him he had easy way to make some cash. Owen should have known then whatever Fitz idea wasn’t going to be a good but the more he listened to what the boy had told him the more he decided to do it. The plan was simple Owen race for Fitz in the street race. Nothing hard. Illegal yes but not hard for Owen. He had actually wanted to do it for a long time so why not. In the plan was simple he’d race win and get the pot but it didn’t go like they wanted too. Owen won the first race night then the second but it was the third that didn’t go as planned. He wanted to keep it up. He was enjoying the high he was feeling. It was like nothing else. He was driving at least 100 miles an hour and winning. Who wouldn’t want that but then his life flashed before his eyes. The third race he rounded the corner, it was two in the morning no one the street until there was, they were stopping for lights, it was a race. So of course he rounded the corner like he did before earlier in the night, the car never saw Owen. He was going to fast, it couldn’t stop for him besides Owen had the red he should of stopped. He smacked into them cashing them to burn out and Owen’s car to flip over twice.  His life every bad and good memory flashed before him as he flipped the third time.  The group that had been running down the street watching race all took off leaving him there. Fitz was the one that pulled him out of the car as it busted into flames. “We have to check on them,” Owen groaned out he grabbed his side. His He knew he broke a rib at least two. It hurt breath and his face was pouring blood. “You are fucking stupid, The cars stolen and we aren’t in the up and up.” Owen didn’t fight it. He glanced back at the other car which took a lot of damage, he  hoped they were okay. It was when he heard the cop cars in the distance that he got enough strength in him to take of running with Fitz. The boy’s house was a good three minute job but every second was causing Owen pain. Finally at the boy’s home and in his room was when he texted Bianca. He knew she’d see him soon enough so it was better he just texted her. Fitz packed his head wound, “Fucking shit man.”He groaned in pain. “Bee’s on her way.” He told Fitz honestly scared that Bianca would kill him when she saw what happened to him. “Your toast.” Was all Fitz told him. Once Fitz walked back into his bathroom Owen lifted his shirt to see how looked, he was bruised and bad. He could easily have something wrong inside but he wasn’t going to tell Bee or Fitz if he could help it. He sat there in pain waiting for Bianca to show up. He didn’t know how she’d react to seeing him this bad off. He had seen her beaten before but nothing like this. This was worse than anything he had ever done.

Owen: Don’t ask