Chapter Twenty Six

Note: I tried to add more to this chapter but just couldn't figure out where! Sorry guys!

Randy tried not to pound on the door of Cody's apartment, knocking instead after taking a few calming breaths an tried desperately not to fear the worst. He'd raced over, breaking every speed limit, running ever light; and this was after shoving Tristan into the car who'd only just returned from the store. And he'd made him wait outside in the car.

Randy glared at the door as the seconds passed and it went unanswered, knocking harder, faster. Justin had better fucking let him in. He was in no mood for this shit! And although he didn't want to kick the door down but he'd do it if he had to. A little crazy but he wasn't leaving without seeing Cody. It's what he came for and he'd be damned if he was walking away from him again! This time he'd fight for him and kick the fucking door down and anything else that got in his way! Including Justin! Nothing would get in his way and he wasn't going to stop trying to see him until Cody himself sent him away. If he fought threw a barricade in the form of Justin and Cody still asked him to go, he would. It would fucking kill him but he would do it if that's truly what Cody wanted. But, until then?-?-? He started to pound instead of knock, his scowl hardening. Until then Justin had better open the fucking door!

A few more seconds went by and he finally stopped pounding when he heard someone swearing before Justin tore the door open, instantly stepping out and viciously cursing his very soul until Randy broke in and shouted over him, "Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you?-!"

"Oh like you don't fucking know!" Justin shouted with a firm shove to Randy's chest. "Fuck you! Get the fuck out of here!"

Randy threw his hands up, blocking another shove; what the fuck now Justin was shoving him?-! What the hell?-! "No, I fucking DON'T!" He caught Justin's hands in the air as they came to shove him again and he forced them down to his sides, getting in his face faster than the smaller man could fucking BLINK. Seriously, Justin should not fuck with him right now. "WHERE'S CODY?-!-?-!" Because he was going to fucking snap on Cody's little friend if he didn't stop shoving him and get the fuck out of his way!

"Where the fuck do you think he is after what you said to him?-!" Justin sneered loudly, trying to pry his wrists free, twisting and turning his arms hard but failing miserably, "Let go of me!"

Fuck THAT! Randy shook his head as he pushed himself even further into Justin's face, "Not until you tell me where he is!" He refused firmly, squeezing his wrists so hard Justin winced and kept going even though he knew he was hurting him. Good. Nosy bitch! He wasn't going anywhere! "Tell me!"

"God damn it!" Justin grunted angrily as glared up at him, still tugging and twisting to be free of his grasp; and still failing miserably to do so. "You stupid bastard!" He declared with such hate it honestly took Randy off guard and he found himself shaking his head faster as he bared his teeth in a deep but low snarl. Fucking HELL! Would someone please just tell him what in the hell was going on?-! WHY was Justin so pissed?-! And for fucks sake WHERE THE FUCK WAS CODY?-! "I swear to God Justin if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on-"

"He's in the hospital!-!-!"

HOSPITAL?-! Randy completely froze accept for his eyes that widened with horror and shock. WHAT?-! His head felt light, his stomach quivering; Oh god he was going to be sick! This just couldn't be true! His mouth fell open as he lost his breath, panic welling so quickly within his chest and tightening it so that he couldn't even ask Justin, why. And Justin mistook his silence for guilt, "He's been in the ICU for two days because of your sorry ass!" He finally managed to break free of his grasp and shoved him again. "I bet you're just so fucking proud of yourself! I bet you're just so fucking happy you pathetic asshole!"

Randy took it as Justin came at him again; his blood turning cold, his heart racing with terror. And he just…let Justin shove him until his back hit the wall. He didn't really feel it anyway. Not when he was gripped with such agony because, at that moment, nothing else in the world could hurt as much as hearing Cody wasn't okay did.

The fact that Cody wasn't okay was…It was…Shit it was so fucked. It just wasn't right! And Randy just couldn't bare it!

He cringed hard, bitting his lip. Oh god his Cody was fucking hurt! And to make matters worse for some fucked up reason Justin was insisting that it was all his fault! And god damn it probably was!

Justin stopped and Randy swallowed hard, finally opened his mouth again to speak, he had to, and when he did he felt the panic in his chest come bursting upwards in the form of words, "Why?-! What happened?-! What ICU?-! Which hospital?-! Is he okay?-!"

Justin scoffed, "No he's not okay you fucking idiot! And don't act like you didn't put him there!" He pointed a furious, accusing finger at him, "This is your doing you pathetic bitch! You should burn in hell for the awful things you said to him!"

Shit Justin may have been right up until then but after that Randy was so lost. So lost and so fucking scared. What had he said to Cody that was so bad that he'd get hurt and end up In the ICU? He hadn't spoken to him in days and nothing he'd said before then could be THAT bad either! This just didn't make any sense! And fuck more importantly was Cody going to be okay or…Or what?-!

"You're fucking LUCKY that I found him when I did! Another minute or two and he'd be dead!" Justin added as he stepped back and abruptly turned away. "You know what? I shouldn't even be talking to you. You're not even worth my time."

"Justin wait!" Randy lunged forward with a desperate plea, grabbing Justin's arm. "What happened?-! Please I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't say anything to him!" He hadn't spoken to him in over a week! "I swear!"

"Texting is the same thing you stupid fuck!" Justin tore his arm free, "FUCK OFF!"

Randy panicked, his eyes darting around as he tried to think. He hadn't text Cody either! "What are you talking about?-! I haven't spoken to him in over a week!"

"Whatever." Justin just shook his head, reaching for and closing the door and proceeded to lock it. "And fuck you Randy I'm not playing this fucking game with you." He finished and shoved a set of keys in to his tight black jean pockets and pushed Randy out of his way, "You told Cody to fucking kill himself and he almost did! You can fucking ROT!-!"

Randy went after him with a scream, "I DID NOT!" Oh god he'd NEVER! Fuck he'd been angry with him but never so much that he wished him dead! He might have said that he hated him but it wasn't true! He loved Cody and his anger and hurt had been so out of control over everything that had happened because of that! Not because he wanted him dead! "Justin please! TALK TO ME!" To his dismay Justin only glanced over his shoulder as he lead them into the elevator, "Fuck you I SAW your texts!"

Randy rapidly shook his head; God damn it what fucking texts?-! "That wasn't me! Please you have to believe me! I lost my phone a few days ago and only just got it back last night!" He grabbed Justin and forced him to stop, turning him around as the elevator doors closed behind them and almost dropped to his knees out of desperation as it began it's decent, "Justin PLEASE! I didn't-I wouldn't! I love him!" He squeezed him tighter, "Where is he?-!"

"You're so full of shit." Justin obviously refused him again in a bitter tone and it did nothing to help Randy's desperation. Justin pulled himself free, "If you loved him you never would have left him! And if you love Cody as you so claim then you would have come for him a long time ago!" He paused briefly, reaching out and smashing a button on the panel for the first floor and crossed his arms. "You SHOULD have come for him weeks ago instead of being a little bitch taking the path of least resistance and crawling into bed with Tristan." He let out a disgusted scoff, "You're a fucking DOG, Randy, just like the rest of Michael's goons."

Randy jerked back; fuck that stung. Because fucking hell Justin was right! Again! Over time he'd become more and more like the bastards he was forced to associate with and turning his back on Cody had only been the beginning. After that it was taking and using the money Michael gave him, accepting the Bentley, selling Michael's drugs, SNORTING Michael's drugs, and sleeping with and using Tristan. Fuck he he was turning out to be just. Like. THEM.

"I…I…" God damn it what could he say right now?-! He WAS a fucking dog for leaving Cody when he needed him the most; he WAS a MONSTER for using and dumping him just like everyone else! But still he didn't send those fucking texts! "Please." He gave up on trying to think of something to say in his defense and was seriously begging him now, "I'm guilty of the rest but I DIDN'T tell Cody to kill himself!" Oh god he'd NEVER do that! "I LOST my phone and when I got it back tonight everything was cleared out of my inbox except for one message! Just ask Tristan! He's the one who gave it to me!"

"Really?" Justin sighed and squinted slightly, "This is all so pointless Randy. I mean, say you're telling the truth and I believed that "lost" your phone-" He began to humor him, "Say I was THAT naive and believed you. I'd still despise you for not putting an end to this shit sooner. I'd still call you out!"

Randy let out a heavy sigh as well. This just wasn't fair. Justin didn't know him well enough to come to that conclusion! And give him a fucking break him it wasn't so fucking easy to get over such a deep, devastating betrayal, no matter who's fault it was! "I know I screwed up but I'm here now aren't I?" Again he almost dropped to his knees, so desperate he totally would have if Justin demanded it. "I'm here now!"

"Yeah, and you're wasting your time." Justin sighed again. "You don't deserve him."

Randy swallowed hard as he stepped back, rubbing his hand over his mouth and chin to stifle a shaky breath. He already knew that he didn't deserve him. But it wasn't going to stop him from trying. "I…I just want to see Cody..." He forced himself to say, doing his best to keep his voice from cracking. "Please Justin I'll do anything you ask of me if you just tell me where he is."

"Why? So you can get his hopes up again? Seriously, fuck off Randy. I'm not telling you which hospital he's in. You can find it on your own."

God damn it that would take too long! "You think I don't care about him?" He furiously shook his head. "That's not true and I can prove it!" He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet from his pocket, opening it to the pictures of Cody he'd kept hidden inside all this time and practically shoved it in Justin's face. It was only five they were mostly of Cody looking away or even one of him sleeping and Randy only managed to get them because he'd gone through the trouble of sneaking some really good ones in on his phone when Cody wasn't looking and then printed them out at a photo booth inside Walmart. Yeah. He actually did that. And he kept them hidden within a clear soft plastic flap that opened up and held each picture neatly within his wallet. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about Cody. And every night before I go to sleep I tuck my wallet beneath my pillow because in some weird way those pictures make me feel a little closer to him. And, before I lost my phone I had over four hundred text messages saved from him that I must have read a thousand times by now!" He just kept going, "And at night when I do actually manage to sleep I dream about him all night long until I can't take it anymore! Now I don't sleep much at all!" He snapped the wallet shut and returned it to his pocket, "YES. I fucked up. I know that. But I care about him whether you want to believe it or not!"

The elevator jolted to a stop as Justin's expression softened, somewhat, "Hmp…You really lost your phone?" But his tone was still harsh. "That's a little too convenient don't you think? You lose it yet whoever found it just so happened to hate Cody enough to pretend they were you and tell him to kill himself?"

God he hoped Justin was coming around! Randy nodded, fully aware of how insane he must sound. But fuck it was the TRUTH. "I-I think so. I mean, I don't know who had it but, I'll find out." And when he did find out who'd "found" his phone, they were fucking DEAD. Randy would inflict such hell and make that sorry son of a bitch curse the day he was born! "Justin…" He tried one LAST time before he was going to give up and take off to look on his own. "PLEASE." If Justin wouldn't tell him he'd go to every fucking hospital in the area until he found him, no matter how long it took or how far he had to go! He'd do ANYTHING for Cody at this point. ANYTHING! And it's what he should have been doing all along!

The doors interrupted them as they opened and Justin let out a heavy sigh, uncrossing his arms, "I still don't like you." He stated, "But, I'm headed to see him now." He stepped out, "You can follow me."