The Fear Of Falling Apart

chapter 2

Gerard POV

"Hey you! Another shot, man."
My words seemingly slurring together.

I don't give a fuck. As long as I can distract myself, this sting in my throat is the only thing that matters.

"What did I fucking say?"
"Hold your tits, sir. I'm cleaning up some glasses for you. You've basically broke them all with your emotional tantrums."
"You need to lay off!"
"Excuse me? I could kick you out right now if I wanted to, and trust me I do want to, but you pay well."
"Damn straight."
He passes another glass and I fill it with Jack.
This guy has really got a mouth doesn't he?
Tantrums?
I'll show him tantrums if he doesn't get his ass straight.

Brendon POV

I walk out the door of her place, and the door slams.
What do I do now?
While aimlessly walking around the parking lot I finally get in my car, and drive off not even knowing where the hell I'm going.

When I hit the down town area it's a bit dark by now, so everything is lit up, but the only thing on my mind is Alysa, and that slut I had sex with.
I could care less if I never saw that easy fuck again.

I pass a small plaza on chestnut street, and I go back because, I see a bar.

It must be good seeing as its so crowded.
I need a distraction, so booze will help.
I hope.