Brendon joined a band in 2005 and left Mia without saying goodbye. Now Mia writes to Brendon and waits for an answer, but when she gets one will things be good or bad?
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( tears omfg )
Brendon's pov
I wasn't sure where I was exactly.. Definitely not home. Mia. Home.
I felt for my phone, but it wasn't there. I rubbed my eyes. It was still dark out. A sign read 4:02 am. I sat up again and realized I was in a bar.
"Why do I do this?" I mumbled and stood up. My head felt light and my vision was blurry. I stumbled a bit, trying to keep my balance.
"Um, could you tell me where I am?" I asked the bartender.
He chuckled. "Drunk?"
"I-I'm not really sure.." I shook my head and walked away. "Forget it."
I waved a cab down and got in. "Take me to the hospital."
The cab driver turned around and looked me over. "What?" I snapped. "Just drive. Make it fast."
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I got out without paying. "Hey, buddy." The cabdriver called after me. I ignored him, I have bigger worries.
The front desk ladies eyes widened and she screamed running away. I turned to see what she was looking at. "I don't give free rides. This is my full time job."
The cabdriver was holding a gun out pointing it at me. I put my hands up. "Woah, okay okay. Don't shoot." I slowly backed away.
"Why do you think you're so special.. That you don't have to pay.." He sounded angrier by the second.
"Okay, sorry." I said hoping he would put the gun away
He didn't, so I continued. "Okay, look ill pay. I-I just. My fiancé. She-She could be dea-"
He waved the gun frantically shooting at the ceiling. "Yeah I get it. A sob story.. Money."
Damn, this dude rough.
"Okay... I have $20?" He held out the money hoping he wouldn't take it and still kill me.
"Better.. Next time do that in the first place, then we wouldn't have this problem." I slowly backed away again, hoping that if he does shoot I have a chance.
Sirens blared down the street. "I better go." He said chuckling.
"What a maniac." I mumbled.
I made my way up to Mia's floor. I happened to see Lovejoy walking down the hall.
"Lovejoy?" I asked scared of what he'll do to me, or say to me.
He turned around revealing a bandage on his jaw. His jaw black and blue from bruises. His eye was also swollen shut.
"Look, I'm sorry.I really didn't mean to do that. I-I just. I can't lose Mia and my baby.. You know.. It's hard to lose someone.."
He nodded. "I know.. My wife died a year ago. She killed herself. She was miserable. She was anorexic and had depression real bad. I believe she's better off. I miss her though. So much."
That there made me hug him, the man that's been through hell, the man that helped Mia, who helped me. The man I can call friend.
"I just couldn't imagine life without her." he nodded.
"So you okay?" I asked gesturing to his jaw.
"Luckily. Man, you hit hard. You ever thought about being a fighter?" He chuckled.
I laughed along with him. "Brendon, you're lucky I like you. I'd beat your ass back."
We kept laughing, but when a door behind us opened I spun around to see Mia, alive and well.
"Mia, baby!" I whispered and hugged her. "How? What.. Wait." I pinched myself to make sure this wasn't some drunk trick, or a dream.
She laughed. "I just passed out, I was so worried.. I don't know-next thing I know he's telling me you hit him and ran out. Saying something like 'I can't be dead.'" She smiled and hugged me. "I'm here."
