My Everything

Chapter 3: I'm Sorry

! MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING THIS CHAPTER! This chapter will consist of violence and talk of blood as well as slight cursing. Please if you do not like violence do not read this chapter. There will also be another warning right before it gets bad so continue with caution.

Eddie's POV:

Buck is here, but there is something wrong with him. I tried to talk to him but he just sort of blew me off. I want to help him but when he doesn't do anything I can't. I feel useless, I'm stuck just watching him struggle and I can't do anything. I should try and talk to him again. Yeah, I'll do that. Crap is that the bell? Looks like the conversation will have to wait. It always comes at the worst times.

It's been call after call today. We all cannot seem to catch a break at all. It's exhausting. We are currently responding to the last call for our shift, a fire in someone's backyard. It was small and didn't take long to put out. Buck was quite the whole day, only talking when we were on calls and it was only work related. I hate seeing Buck like this. Time skip to when they arrive back at the firehouse.

Eddie: Woo That was one tough day.

Chimney: Yeah, it was. What do you say we all go out and celebrate?

Bobby and Hen: Yeah, that sounds good.

Eddie: Yeah, I'm down, I'll just need to pick up Christopher from school and have Carla come and watch him. I'll go ahead and go so I won't be too late.

I was about to leave but I couldn't find Buck. someone is going to need to tell him about the celebration. I walk over to Hen and grab her attention. "Hen, would you mind telling Buck about our plans? I would but I have to hurry to pick up Chris." She smiles and gives me a nod and I head on out. Hang on Buck I'll make this better.

Buck's POV:

I decided to just get changed in the bathroom. No one seemed to care, which I expected. Ugh, I need a drink, it's been a long day. But where should I go, I'll just head to my favorite bar, yeah that sounds good. I hop into my jeep and switch on the radio. I don't even know what's playing. All I want is for something to fill the silence. I really don't want to be alone, but it seems like everyone else is busy, and no one would want me around anyway. They made that very clear.

I pulled up to the bar and got a parking spot. The music was blaring, I could hear it from outside, ugh perfect. This bar always has a funky smell to it. It's like a mix of alcohol, beer, weed, and sweat so it isn't very pleasant. I just want to get my drinks and leave.

?: Yooo Buck! What's up man?

Buck: Hey, Vincent. I take a seat up at the bar. Can I just get a shot of tequila and a beer?

Vincent: Coming up my man. Also you didn't answer my question, everything okay? He passes me a bottle of beer and starts making my shot.

Buck: Gahhh, it's nothing man. Just a tough shift is all. I gave him the best smile I could, and he nodded.

Vincent: Alright man, if you need to talk, I'm here.

Buck: Yeah... thanks.

I grab the beer and just start drinking it, within a few seconds it's gone. Vincent hands me the shot I ordered and took that as well. More... I need more, just enough to hide this feeling. 5 shots later and I hear familiar voices behind me. I look back and there is the team, having fun. I order another shot and down it as soon as Vincent gives it to me. There it is, the effect of the drinks finally setting, and it's strong. "Vincent one more please." He gives a look and passes me one. I take a few seconds before turning it up to my lips, feeling that sweet burning sensation go down my throat.

I decide it's time to head out, hearing the team laughing and talking about the day, not giving a rat's ass about me hurts and I'm ready to go home. I go to stand up and that drunk feeling hits me hard. Maybe I drank a little too much. Oh well, no time to focus on that. I just need to get home. I had Vincent order me an Uber. I'm going to wait outside; there is no way I could be in that bar a minute longer. I'll go wait in the alleyway, there's too many people out in the front. Sure it's not safe and I'm drunk but it'll be a little quieter there. Ugh I am not excited for this hangover tomorrow.

There were these two men hanging out at the other end of the alleyway, they seemed fairly large and strong. Good thing I'm not drunk enough to feel cocky. I need to sit down for a minute, I'm too dizzy to stay standing. I closed my eyes for a minute and tried to regain my thoughts when there was a hard kick to my ribs.

1?: Get the fuck up now

Buck: And who do you think you are? I could feel my speech slurring.

1?: It doesn't fucking matter! Get the fuck up now! He grabs my shirt collar and yanks me up.

2?: Go ahead and scream. No one and I repeat no one will come looking for you.

Buck: Get your hands off me. Even the drunk feeling was starting to fade. I reach up and punch the guy who grabbed my shirt collar square in the jaw.

1?: Now you've done it

TW: Extreme violence coming up. If you are squeamish, please don't continue. This is your last warning.

The man throws me to the ground and throws a hard punch into my ribs. Shit! Was that a crack I heard? Before I could even collect my thoughts the other slightly shorter guy slams his foot into my groin area. I scream out in pain; the alcohol isn't hiding this pain. The two men start punching and kicking me. Okay these hurts. I think I'm bleeding. I can't tell though. My entire body stings.

2?: He grabs my neck and pulls me in close. You did our boss wrong. Now it's your time to pay... Evan Buckley. Holy shit did he just say my name? You probably don't even remember him, but boy oh boy he sure does remember you. He lets out a slight chuckle.

1?: Now you get to pay for what you've done.

The second guy raises up his fist and takes one large blow to my head. All I could do is whimper out in pain; something is stopping me from screaming. The other guy now had something in his hand. He lets out a deep laugh before taking a swing at my head multiple times. I blacked out after about the 4th or 5th hit. Everything is quiet, calm, and peaceful. I like it here, nothing and no one here besides me. I feel like I can finally be at peace.

I couldn't even enjoy this darkness for long before I was pulled back to the living world. Everything was hazy, and my body hurts like hell. My head feels wet. Is it raining? I brought my hand up to my hand and it was blood. Phone, I need my phone. Crap I can't find it. I tried to move but everything hurts, there's just too much pain. Everything starts to go fuzzy. Where is everyone? Why hasn't anyone come looking for me? I'm going to die alone and it's all my fault. I deserve this after what I've done for my family. I'm so sorry. Everything goes black again but this time it's all just pain and that stupid voice is back. All of a sudden everything stops. This is it, this is when I die. I'm so sorry everyone.