Stall me

Chapter 22.

Emerson's POV.

After the show, everyone was ready to go back to the hotel. Poor Ashton was exhausted from playing the drums all night, it was now well past 2am, and we all piled into the cars they had for us. Luke joined my car, as well as Nicole, Dallon, and Brendon. When I hopped in next to Luke, Brendon wouldn't stop staring at my shoulder. He had a full face of shame, and he couldn't seem to comprehend what he did or why.

When we pulled in, I quickly hopped out, I wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone, and my shoulder I had forgotten about all night was really starting to hurt. I gotta make sure I ice it when I'm in my room. We get to my floor and I walk out, Nicole smiles and waves, but Luke heads out of the elevator with me.

"You're on this floor too?"

"Yeah, I am." He tiredly responds, we walk a moment in silence before he asks, "how's your shoulder?"

"It's alright," I lie, "I've had worse, so this won't affect me too much."

"You've had worse?"

"Yeah, did Ashton ever mention someone named Kade?" When I say the name, Luke's eyes widen, he stops in the hallway and just looks at me, I tilt my head to the side, genuinely confused.

"What?"

"As in Kade Harper?"

I nod.

"Holy shit, you're the girl he dated huh?"

"The one and only!" I joke. Luke sighs and walks up to me, he gives me a small peck on the cheek.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that love, Kades gone now, yes?"

"Yeah," I sigh, "Brendon and the boys killed him."

Luke nods, before going up to a door, two doors down from my own room, he gives me a small smile before whispering a 'goodnight' and enters the room.

I go to my own, closing the door and leaning against it a moment, I was tired, I was fed up with the world honestly. I just needed my bed.

I walk into the bathroom to take a good look finally, my shoulder had three long scratches, they weren't bleeding anymore, but you could still see where his finger nail dents laid in my skin. Skin red with the irritation. I felt my eyes start to tear up, I never would've pictured this from Brendon. I know he would never do this, but why did he?

Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door. Almost too quiet of a knock, barely faint, like whoever was on the other side wasn't sure they even wanted to do so, and I'm almost sure I know who it was.

I go to open up the door and to no surprise, Brendon is on the other side, he had been looking down, but when I opened the door his eyes shot straight up to my own. He had that same expression on his face I've seen since his high wore off, even when he performed, he wasn't his usual hyper, excited self. He watched me the entire time with a grim look.

"Hey," he whispers, "can I, uh, can I come in for a moment?"

I cross my arms against my chest, "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

He looks down now, nodding his head. He shifts awkwardly in his stance, like he wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

"I am so sorry Emerson."

When he looks back up to me, tears are flooding from his eyes, his nose was red as well as his cheeks, he looked pathetic. I finally give in, motioning for him to come into the room. I didn't forgive him for what he did to me, but I also am sadly a very empathetic person.

"I don't know what happened!" He cried out, moving to my couch to sit down, "one second everything was black, and the next second I see your shoulder bleeding and everyone saying I did it."

"Well you did."

"I know, but I want you to know I would never ever hurt you like that, I would never hurt any woman like that." Brendon was in full on sobs now, he held his face between his hands and his shoulders bobbed up and down. He was visibly shaken up by what he's done. I lay my hand on his shoulder, making him look up at me, his red eyes confused.

"It's fine," I gently say, "you obviously didn't mean too, but whatever you were on that made you like that, you should probably stop. It was coke wasn't it?"

Brendon slowly nods, he grabs my hand off of his shoulder and holds it for a moment, before saying "I never have hurt a woman like that, and I don't plan to ever do it again."

"You're damn right you won't ever do it again, I thought I could trust you." I say.

Brendon sighs, still holding my hand, he plants a small kiss on my knuckles, then stands up and begins to walk out.

"Im sorry, seriously, for everything." And with that, he exits the room.

I felt betrayed. I was hurt and confused in all honesty. He never can make up his mind on how he wants to treat me. One minute he is nice, the next he's yelling, one minute he's smiling and having fun, the next he hurts me, physically this time.

But I know I can't keep holding on to this, as much as I was in pain, not only physically, but mentally, I needed to be myself around everyone else, they all treat me like there own, even the new boys along for the ride.

And for that, I'm actually grateful.

I've learned my lesson on Brendon, and he won't ever get the chance to see me like this again, the side of me who cries and breaks down.

Because in the end, it always comes back to him doing the same exact thing to me.

Brendons POV.

"You really fucked up tonight dude." Dallon says, we were standing on the balcony outside of my room, after leaving Emerson's, I needed someone to talk too, even if he's going to sit here and tell me the truth.

Maybe I needed to hear it all.

"I know." I mumble, taking a sip of my beer.

"You never did coke before Sarah, and now it's almost every day. You physically hurt her Brendon."

"I fucking know!" I shout.

"Don't fucking get loud with me," Dallon sternly bellows, "you think you can do whatever the fuck you want but I'm tired of this, especially after what I saw you do today, your lucky I don't tell Jimmy."

Fuck, I forgot about Jimmy.

"I get it, I apologized to her. I didn't just go there for sympathy you know."

Dallon just shakes his head, lighting a cigarette and taking a long inhale, he holds it a second  before letting it go and turning to face me, "you need to start getting your shit together man. I love you, but Emerson is a big part of us now."

I played with the rings on my fingers, spinning them round and round, the cool metal causing me to shiver a bit. I felt horrible for what I did, i obviously didn't do it on purpose. They don't understand that.

"You looked like fucking Kade tonight."

I suddenly feel my heart explode. Looking up at Dallon, I realize he's right.

Kade did coke, he abused her when he was on Coke, oh my god.

Oh my god I must have scared the shit out of her.

"Fuck." Is all I can say.

"Luke seems to like her though, the second you did that he went and grabbed the napkin."

"Fuck Luke." I mutter.

"Oh no," Dallon groans, "don't do that shit, you leave them alone from here on out, understand?"

"Whatever." I sigh, standing up and going in.

She wouldn't like Luke, would she?

He would never get high and hurt her.

Who am I kidding, he's gonna get her. He's gonna have her more then I ever had. I couldn't help but feel jealous.

What the hell have I done?