Letters.

The meeting place. (Part 3)

🌸A/N🌸
Hnnngh!
Third part of this journey.
This is soon to be over and i'm emotionally hurt by the idea, i've loved all this and i'm really passionate about it 'cause it lets me express feelings and stuff.
Anyways, TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Violence
Sad shiz
Alcohol
Infidelity.
Are those even triggers? Anyways. Have fun.
Ciao!
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After talking to Miles the party kept going on. He went outside to have a smoke and i was in the bathroom trying to relax and calling Matt so we could go to the hotel and have a good nap. We never really sleep.

I went outside and started asking everyone for Matt, but no one saw him. Jamie looked at me and walked to where i was standing all confused and worried.
"Dude, what happened?" He asked.
"I haven't seen Matty since the concert finished and i want to go to the hotel. I'm tired."
"'Ere, have a drink and relax 'cause i don't want you to faint when i tell you this," He said and handed me a small glass with what seemed to be tequila or some another cheap liquor from a bottle they found somewhere. "Last time i saw him, he was dancing with a girl. And they seemed to be heading somewhere else. I'm so sorry little 'Lex"
His expression said "I don't want you to go after him" but his words said "Do it."

"I-i... I have to do something." I said, and walked away, frenetically looking for Miles, for his big shiny eyes.
"Hey Laa, ready to go?" I found him.
"Can you give me a ride, man?" I asked.
"If you give me the chance to write that song with you. But, uh, can you help me and go in a quest for my guitar case? Fuck, man! I'm kinda dizzy and i haven't seen that shit in hours. Maybe it's in the storage room." He exclaimed, and i nodded.

We were walking out of all the party mess to a small aisle with 4 doors, two in the left, two in the right. It was bright red with some decoration in gold, and the doors were golden as well. It was kinda pretty but not my style. Too much color.

He took my hand as we kept walking, i blushed and let out a small gasp in surprise, he turned to me and said "What, Laa? Are you sur-" he was interrupted by moans. Yes, a girl was moaning in one of the 4 rooms. He made a "Shh" signal as we kept walking to the last door on the left, he told me to stay behind.
He slowly opened the door and his eyes were wide. "Matt..." he said, surprised. His cheeks were bright red, matching the walls, and two loud gasps were heard from inside the room. A girl covered in trashed clothes stormed out of the room as Miles held the door open and his mouth as well, in a O shape.
I heard Matt's voice.

I heard Matt's voice.

"Miles, please dude. Don't tell Ale-"
"I'm 'ere, you shitfuck. This is fucking over Matthew. I'm fucking done with your lying ass. Fucking leech. I hope you fucking regret this you son of a b-" I was interrupted by Miles hugging me, hard. Really hard. Some bones could've get broken, but he didn't care, he was hugging me. My eyes were red and tears streamed down my face as i looked over at Matt, who was getting his t-shirt on and picking up Miles' guitar case, with the guitar and all, putting it out of the room so he could take it.

"I'm sorry Alex, I..."
"No you're not! You piece of shit! You fucking promised me you'd never hurt me like this again. Are you happy, you idiot? You've lost me. You're an asshole Matt, go fuck yourself, i won't do it for you anymore." I yelled, my voice was broken and my eyes were puffy from crying. Miles let go of me and turned to Matt, looked at him in the eye and punched him in the jaw.

Miles punched Matt.

Then, he kicked him on the stomach, and my head and chest were aching. On the outside, i didn't want him to suffer. On the inside, i knew he deserved it.
Matt was now in the floor, coughing as some drops of blood came out of his mouth and fell to the floor, leaving blood stains on the black carpet.

Miles took his guitar and my hand;
"Everything will be okay, Laa. He didn't deserve you."
And we left.