I've Broken Bones For You

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I pull up in the back alley behind a dingy bar. When Matty told me the location, I almost lost my shit. Not this again. He's not going back to getting mindlessly drunk as a means of distraction. Not only am I pissed off, but I'm still panicking. Alcohol poisoning is common, and when you aren't in your right mind, it's easy to lose count of how many drinks you've had and how many can kill you.

When I get out of the car, I turn around, looking for him. My eyes immediately land on a head of dark hair slumped against a wall, passed out. I try to contain my obvious anger towards his stupidity, because right now, he looks helpless. He'll probably wake up with a nasty hangover by the looks of it.

I walk over to him, pushing the hair out of his eyes. It's definitely Kellin, no doubt about it. I sigh, irritated yet relieved that he's (probably) okay. I quickly check his pulse though, just in case, and sure enough, there's a heart beat. He's okay.

I easily lift him up, because there's no way I can wake him up now, and carry him to my car. I open the door, which is sort of hard to do with a Kellin occupying my arms, and then put him in the backseat, buckling him in. I'm hoping he'll wake up sooner or later, just so I know that he will wake up. I don't want another coma case in my life.

I drive back to my house, thinking of what to say to him when he does wake up. I don't want to freak out, but I know I will. Why did he have to go and do this to himself? Is he really this stupid? What caused him to do this? I'm worried and angry and irritated. Why are relationships so fucking hard? Especially when you're both screwed up.

When I get back to the house, I get out of the car first and unlock the front door. I can hear Mike somewhere in the house, but right now, I honestly don't care if he's getting high with Tony or doing whatever else he does in his room. Then, I go back to the car and open the back door, unbuckling Kellin and pulling him out of the car and back into my arms, carrying him to the front door. This could be described as cute and romantic, when in reality, one of us is passed out drunk and the other is worried sick and frankly, quite pissed off.

I carry Kellin into the living room, laying him down on the couch and covering him with a blanket. I go into the kitchen and fill a glass full of water and then set it down on the coffee table, along with an Advil, for when he wakes up. Once I know that he's still breathing, I go to my room and flop on the bed, taking deep breaths.

This is such a fucked up relationship. We've already broken up and gotten back together because of one problem, and now we're having more problems. They're just going to keep on coming at us. Problems, problems and more problems. I wonder if things will ever get better or if they'll stay this way. I don't want to be stuck in a relationship where I'm always confused about whether or not we're okay and not wanting to back out of it. Are relationships supposed to work that way? I don't think so. I've been told it's always about communication, but there hasn't been much going on in ours. We barely talk about things, and that's not good. It's like we've lost all the ability to speak with each other.

I don't know what to do. What do people usually do in these types of situations? Talk it out. Right? Well how am I supposed to do that when I don't even know how to talk to him anymore? I need answers. I don't want to lose him again. That would just mean that there was no point in getting back together.

I hear a knock, even though I never even closed my door, and I look up to see Mike standing in the doorway with Tony behind him. Tony gives a small, awkward wave, and I wave back, though it's halfhearted. He's a good kid, despite the fact that he agrees to getting high with my brother.

"Thought I might tell you, but Kellin woke up." Mike informs me. I sit up straight.

"Already?" I ask, a little confused. With that much alchohol I would have thought he would be asleep for longer.