Hidden Expectations

Kill The Bastard - Chapter 9 -

(Brendon POV)

                            I didn't know where Dallon went after he left. All I knew is that I was alone again. It hadn't been too long, just a few hours. I was still a little hungover which wasn't entirely in my favor. I had dropped the vacuum multiple times because I had to go throw up again, I also knocked over a garbage bag, in attempt to make it to the bathroom in time. It was horrible. At around 4pm I got a phone call from Patrick. 

                             "What's up..?" He never called. Usually just texted, or showed up at my house. 

                              Patrick: "I thought, that since I'm your friend that I should tell you this."

                              He went silent. Probably thinking of what he was going to say. It was making me nervous.

                              "Go on.." I needed to know what was so  important.

                              Patrick: "Well, I saw Ryan and Sarah today..Dallon and I were at Halking..The old coffee shop..Yeah.. Well they just kinda strolled in. Dallon almost ripped off his head. I was scared to leave them alone. But yeah..Sarah seemed...Alright I guess. It's only been a day but..I guess she get's used to things easily. I'm not really sure." 

                               I sat there, silent. We weren't even officially divorced and they were going out to cute little coffee shops, on cute little dates. 

                               Stop it Brendon. Don't be jealous. She cheated on  you..

                                "And the kids..Where were they?" I tried to hide the shaking in my voice. 

                                 "All I can tell you is that they weren't there. Maybe at Sarah's parents..You could call them.." I was furious at this point. The first day without their father, and they're left with their controlling grandparents. Wonderful.

                                   "Yeah thanks. I have to go." I didn't wait for a response. I hung up, and before I knew it I was speeding down the street like a madman. 

(Dallon POV)

                                        After leaving the coffee shop, I walked back to the building my apartment was in. The cool air of the AC hit my body and I flopped onto my couch. 

                                      I guess I fell asleep, because I was woken up by my buzzing phone next to me. I stood up and looked at the time before answering the call. It was 6:30 PM. I made a mistake by not checking the caller ID.

                                      "Y-ello." I wasn't in the mood for a phone call.

                                      "D..Dallon..Something i..is wrong with me." And on the other end of the phone, was a crying Brendon. I went into full panic! cc;  mode. 

                                       "Hey hey..Calm down. What's wrong? Where are you?" I was genuinely worried.

                                       "I'm in m..my ca..car.. A..A..a" He started to sob. I was actually scared. 

                                       "Please j..just c..c..come get me. I..I I'm at R..Ryan's hou..house.." What the fuck was he doing there.

                                       "God dammit Brendon..What are you doing there. Actually, don't answer that. I'm coming. Just wait for me. Don't do anything." And with that, I hung up the phone. I didn't own a car, which was a problem. But Ryan didn't live that far. So I was out the door and sprinting down the street in seconds. 

                                           It took me about 10 minutes to get there, and that was definitely 10 minutes too long. By the time I was in the driveway, I saw Brendon's car. I was a sweaty, hot, sticky mess but I didn't care. I just needed to know what was wrong with my best friend.

                                            "Brendon!" I was tapping the driver side window of his 1967 Chevy Impala. Vote or comment if ya get it c;  His head was resting on the steering wheel. There were no other cars in the driveway, and from what I could see, all the lights were off in the house. So I doubted Ryan, or anyone for that matter was home. My thinking was interrupted by the car door slowly opening and a messed up Brendon getting out, more like falling out, of the car and into my arms. I caught him, and just held him there. He was shaking, and I could feel his tears on my neck. I didn't mind though. 

                                             "I..I'm so sor..sorry." I wasn't good in situations like this, I was always so awkward so I just rubbed small circles on his back, trying to calm him down.

                                             "Shh..Shh..You're okay. Just calm down. You don't have to be sorry." By now, we were both seated on the driveway, Brendon's car door was still open, and Ryan could be home at any moment. But still, we didn't care. I just needed him to feel safe. At this moment, I felt something different towards him. Something that I didn't know if I liked or not.

(Brendon POV)

                                             He actually came and got me. I thought he wouldn't. He probably thought I was crazy, so I started apologizing which just made me cry more. He was warm, and I didn't want to move away from him. His hand on my back was soothing, and I knew that last nights feelings, weren't just drunken thoughts.

                                               After about five minutes of silence, and me calming down I decided to speak up.

                                           "I want to kill the bastard." It was all I said. "He took my wife, my children..My fucking children." Dallon put a hand under my chin and turned my head so I was facing him.

                                            "I know..I know..Just..It's going to be okay. Go get in the passenger side.." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up with him, as we awkwardly got off the ground. I made my way over to the car door and slumped into the seat, as Dallon settled in the drivers seat. He has a license, just not a car. I doubt he's driven in 3 to 5 years. 

                                              "I don't know why I came here. I didn't think past what I would do once I got here. It's not like I was going to break in and kill him." I chuckled, but Dallon just looked at the road through the review mirror. 

                                              "Will you stay with me..Just like..for a little bit. I don't want you home alone." Was all he said, as we headed towards his apartment.