Beach House

Empty Bird Cage

*So this is a little story that was wondering around in my head demanding to be let out- since I'm a Weeknd addict and have devoured all the fics on here (not even kidding, kinda pathetic, i know) I decided to make one- this is just a little taste to see what kind of reaction it'll get...Praise, hate, homicidal rage? Whatever.lol Let me know if you guys like this and I'll continue it. :) :)

You always come to the party

To pluck the feathers of all the birds

You always come to the party

On your knees

I will not beg you please

I will not...

         Daniella picked up the small bag filled with crystallized rocks and turned it over slowly in her hand. It looked disturbingly like rock candy, and gleamed in the low light of the loft, putting a Jared's Diamond to shame. She was in their large kitchen and the gloomy L.A weather had evolved into a pit patter of thunderstorms making the roads dangerous, and the lights of the home dim occasionally. She had found it earlier while putting up Abel's new jacket when something told her to check his pocket- not just any either. But the inside far left, as if some angel- or demon- was sick of whatever teasing game they were playing and finally wanted to spice up the drama by leading into the closing act. Because, this was, their closing act, her and Abel's- she had dealt with all his bullshit over the past months... The women, the drugs, the lies, but the one thing she had pleaded- no begged him to not touch, meth. He had been all along, what the fuck? Daniella was pulled from her thoughts as the front door opened and he stepped into the home, she felt her stomach drop as he smiled at her sheepishly. How the hell had this happened to us? Everything was perfect back in Toronto but LA had changed him into someone she didn't recognize. Into someone she feared.

"Hey, Dani" Abel said excitedly, drops of rain slid down his leather xo jacket onto the tile; his brown eyes and little boy enthusiasm almost blinding her for a second. "I fucking met Bono, I fucking touched him. Shit. It was-" He saw the small bag on the table and studied her face carefully. The silence thickened and you could hear the mahogany clock tick in the living room.

"Bono? That's- that's amazing." Daniella said. She was momentarily confused, and did the thing she always did with him. Rationalized. Rationalized everything. Ok, so he wasn't that fucking stupid to fuck around with crystal meth- not after all the Rehab shows they had binged together as teenagers. Fuck no, it probably was rock candy. Yup. All the scratches on his back were from concert props, the pills were Hyghly and Lamar fucking around with him. All those bitches in his phone were just IG's from fans. harmless shit.

"Dani, please," Abel said softly, and Daniella narrowed her green eyes in the dim light getting ready for the familiar routine he had perfected over the years. She crossed her arms- this would be interesting. First he would beg, telling her how sorry he was, how he had a habit and it was hard, the labels were pushing him, the fans were turning on him it was too much, he couldn't handle it all without x, y or z depending on what he fucked up and got caught with. If that didn't work then he placed blame on her, and the last when Daniella was almost out the door, finally free. The awful, dark, threats came. How if she left he would hurt himself, he couldn't do this without her, she was the only person who loved and understood him and if she left he'd be empty and alone again. And the loneliness was so bad, he couldn't breathe under it. He wanted to die when he felt like that, he wanted to hurt himself when Daniella wasn't near him. Normally she wouldn't fall for such obvious bullshit manipulation but when you love someone the thought of them in pain was almost unbearable- "puppy dog love "shit aside. She remembered how bad he would get when they were kids, he would call her at night, high as shit talking about how much he loved her. She stopped answering his calls for a while after that. That shit was scary.

Author's Note

So... I love disturbed Abel, it plays with my non-existent material instincts - if I were the God of his life, ole boy would be in a constant train wreck... So should I continue this story or let it die?

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