Shielded.

Chapter 13

Brian's P.O.V.

I wake up to someone yelling and beating on the door. My head pounds.

"What? Jesus fucking Christ. I'm up." I shout.

"It's noon. Get up. I have to fucking shower." Jessicka shouts back.

I don't remember locking the door, but I guess I did. I look down and there's a pool of blood where my hand laid all night, and shards of glass from the mirror I punched out.

I open the door and meet face to face with a grouchy Jessicka. I push passed her and keep walking. I have no intentions on hearing her bitch about the mirror and the blood.

I hear her faintly as I grab my smokes and sniff half a line of cocaine. "Jesus, Brian. What the fuck did you do?!"

Everyone stares at me as I tilt my head back in pain from the cocaine I just harshly snorted.

"What? What the hell are you guys looking at?" I say.

"Brian, dude. Your hand." Gidget says, pointing to my hand.

I look down and I noticed my hand was still pouring the blood.

I breathe in, trying to calm myself down. I walk to the kitchen cradling my hand and I rinse the blood off of my hand and look at the cut closely.

"I think you need stitches." Jeordie says. I groan as I watch the blood run down the drain. I grab a dish towel from the counter and wrap it around my hand tightly, tying it.

"Have you heard from Charlie?" Jeordie asks me. Grabbing a pill from his pocket, and washing it down with booze.

It's only noon.

I remember her and immediately get angry.

"No." I reply, taking a deep breath and taking a seat on the counter.

He nods his head slowly.

"We have a show this evening." He says to me.

"Yeah. I know."

"Do you think she'll show up?"

"Why do you care?"

He glances down quickly.

I scoff at him.

I don't understand how anyone could like her.

"Maybe you should check on her, that's all." He says after a few minutes.

"She's fine. She even told me so before she left." I get up and walk out to the balcony. I light a cigarette and remove the towel from my hand. I watch as the blood drips to the pavement below.

Cars pass by slowly.

I wish for nothing more than my heart to stop beating.

Charlie's P.O.V.

I feel warm and safe when I wake up, besides the pain in my back from falling asleep on the floor.

I haven't felt warm or safe in so long, it's such and unfamiliar feeling.

I turn on the radio and open the window, I can smell the sea from my house. A familiar scent. I can hear the birds chirping and this makes me smile. But I am reminded of Brian, and the smile wipes cleanly off of my face.

I wonder if he's alright.

I put on a quick change of clothes and race out out to my car. I sit and think for a moment, turning the key and switching the engine off.