A Brendan Gallagher Fanfiction

Part 4

B Gally Imagine Part 4

I woke my breathing heavy, I checked the alarm clock, 3:31.

I'd only been asleep for about 2 hours before a nightmare woke me.

It was Tim and B, there words about each other running over and over through my head, B's face as he noticed the bruises scattering my wrists. Tim's face as he gripped my wrists tighter and tighter and tighter and then everything went black, and I woke up.

B was snoring quietly beside me, his arms slung lightly over me.

I slipped out of his arms carefully and slipped into the bathroom.

I flipped the light and looked at myself in the large mirror covering the wall above the counter.

What I saw scared me, I looked weak for once. I'd spent all those years building up a wall to protect myself from this cruel, cruel world.

Being with Tim for all those years made me make that wall stronger, only because I was protecting myself from him too. And then a few days with Brendan and the years of hard work I put into my defensive wall, was wasted because now I didn't need it. I'd have someone else to defend and protect me, I didn't have to depend on myself anymore.

I splashed my face with cold water, then shut of the light and opened the door.

I tiptoed to my closet and grabbed a random sweater and slung it over my shoulders.

B was still sleeping and I was glad I hadn't woke him.

I went to this kitchen and opened his fridge, looking for something familiar, something in particular. And it was there, about 3 stood in the fridge door and that's just what I needed.

I pulled the beer from the fridge and popped the cap, I took a long gulp of the liquid as it soon bubbled down to my stomach.

I grabbed another, knowing this one would be gone soon.

I carried the beers to the living room and turned on the T.V. I lowered the volume just in case it woke B. I flipped through the channels and after a few minutes I stuck on a cooking channel.

My first beer was gone so I popped the cap of the second one and started it.

The lady on the show was making a lasagne, which looked disgusting. The one B and I had made when we were 7 looked better than that. That sprung an idea, when morning came I would go to the store and buy stuff to make one, just for B. I would surprise him, he would love it.

The cooking shows credits rolled through on the screen and I looked down at the coffee table in front of me. My two beers sat there empty, I went to the fridge and grabbed another.

This felt like my useless nights in college before I met Tim. Where I would drink ends on ends of beer until sun came up. I knew well enough not to do it if I had classes, so the times I did get to do it were sparing.

It was now 4AM and I had cleared B's fridge of any alcohol. Which was 5 beers, and a mini bottle of rum he got from someones wedding, it looked like.

I went to his pantry and found a whole case of beer, jackpot.

I put 5 beer from the case back in the fridge and took another 2 from the case.

I thought of what to do, I felt a buzz getting stronger as I swallowed the last of the 5th beer before opening the 6th, this one was warm since it had been in the pantry.

I opened B's front door and left it unlocked because then I wouldn't be able to get back in.

I walked towards the end of the hall near the elevator where there was a window that overlooked downtown Montreal but before I got there I looked to my left and saw the door to the pool down that hall.