Thursday of Dallon W.

Chapter 9

Dallon

All the guys had left and I was alone. My brother usually came around this time, he worked all day so we could pay for the small house since I only worked 6 hours because of band practice and because I only had a high school diploma which limited my chances of a good job.

I worked in a small Chinese restaurant washing the dishes.

It didn't earn me much but it was enough so my brother wouldn't have to pay for everything. It was worrying me that he still wasn't home. I tried calling him, but it went to voice mail.

I tried over again and it was still no use. I sighed and put my phone on the coffee table

This was the third time this week that he was late, I've tried to ask why he gets here so late but he's always drunk and in the morning he can't remember shit.

I have no idea what he's done the night before, for all we know, he could have a girl pregnant, owe someone money (that we do nOT have) or even worse

The first night he came with a bruise, which I still don't know where or what he got it from.

I turned on the tv and accepted that it was another night of waiting till 1am for his drunk ass to come home

I grabbed my phone again from the coffee table and read the time, 2:38am. I am tired and I want to sleep but I don't know where he is and he is hella late.

I touched the small calling icon and dialed his friends number. I asked if he had seen him but apparently they were all having a party and Josh no where to be seen at it (a/n yES IM NAMING HIS BROTHER JOSH)

This was it, this is when I go to his job then some bars and eventually maybe find him laying on the side of street, with some homeless guy telling him life stories.

God dammit Josh
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It was almost 3am in the morning and Josh was at a gay strip club, drunk and probably just lost all of our rent money on these guys (who either need it as much as we do or are just horny)

We were currently in the car and he was blabbing about how much better gay strop clubs were because the guys were more fearless then the girls, which I thought was stupid but he's drunk so it doesn't matter.

"Josh shut up" I said, which just made him laugh. He continued to talk but a little bit less annoying. 

"I'm just saying, you try to touch a girl and she's all get off me omg you don't touch, meanwhile you touch a guy and he thanks you" he slurred. He sounded so stupid

"Josh that's because you respect a girls decision, you fucking idiot" I say back, rudely

"don't be so mad, it's only like 11 and I'm not even that drunk" he gags a little after he finishes his sentence. "Don't you dare throw up in my car" I warn. He laughs a little and pats my back.

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly-" we was cut off another gag reflex. "God dammit Josh" I say and pull over, he immediately opens the door and throw it all up

I'm way to disgusted to look so I turn away and wait for him to get back in his seat.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and sat back down. He was silent and didn't even date move.

Half way back to our house I realized that he had fallen asleep.

I turned the radio on and some indie pop song played silently. Josh was still soundly asleep.
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Once we got home, I turned the car off and got out. I forgot that Josh was still asleep but quickly turned back around and walked to the left side of the car. I opened the door and shaked him a little

His eyes opened lazily and he rubbed them with his knuckles. "Come on, let's go in. It's cold outside" I said. I helped him up to his feet and then up the small porch stairs. I forced him to grab onto my arm while I unlocked the front door

He was still drunk so he stumbled a bit but eventually got a hold of me and then we were in the small house.

Josh suddenly could walk again and trudged up the stairs to his room, once I heard a door slam, I dropped into the couch. Instantly forming into a ball and falling asleep.
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I am so sorry I didn't update in weekes but now I'm back and here's a small view of Dallons life :))))