Tonight The World Dies

Chapter 31: Brian

Author's Note:

I apologise for the wait between updates! I could give a thousand reasons as to why I haven't, but I know you're probably not that interested and to be honest, they're not good excuses, so I will just say that I hope to update more again as I've got back into writing, but it does all depend on my mood.

I would also like to warn people that there is content of a sexual nature in this chapter. It's nothing too descriptive, but I thought I'd warn you anyway in case anyone is uncomfortable with that stuff.

And, last but not least, once this story is finished (I hope for it to be soon but I can't be entirely sure how many more chapters it'll actually be) I will begin to edit Save Me. I will most likely unpublish all the chapters and then republish them again as I they're edited.

Remember to comment and vote and let me know what you think! 

~batcountry_6661

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I found myself sitting idly on the edge of the bed at Zacky's house with my black duffel bag packed beside me. I was stalling; thinking over the past few days. My brain raced with thoughts and I felt numb all over with excitement and nervousness. The words of my father rung fresh in my mind. The talk he'd had with me, it was a prompt more than anything. He was giving me his opinion on the situation as well as leaving enough out in order for me to make my own decision.

And after two days of excessive contemplation, I think I finally had the answer.

Today was the day that I'd be heading back to my house in order to tell Avery of my decision. She had no idea that I was coming back, and part of me hoped that she'd be out when I arrived back home, but knowing her, she probably wouldn't be, as she had no means to get around easily as I'd taken the van - our, now, only mode of transport. 

Pulling myself out from my brooding and distracting thoughts, I stood up from the bed before hauling the duffel bag over my shoulders and making my way downstairs to the kitchen. 

As I'd expected, Zacky was sitting in the kitchen at the table with a phone in his hand and mug of steaming coffee to his left. 

Zacky's kitchen was exactly what you'd expect from someone who'd been living the bachelor life - up until recently, of course - it was mostly decorated in black; in fact, the only thing not black in this kitchen (beside the grey-painted walls) were Zacky's red reading glasses, because even the people sitting in it were all dressed in black, including myself. 

Ever since I'd arrived here a few days ago, I'd felt as if I'd signed myself up for therapy sessions, as for the entire time that I'd been here, Zacky had been pestering me to talk about my feelings. And he'd ask me everyday, at least twice a day. I knew why he'd been doing it, because Zacky is a good friend and he was concerned about my well-being, but there were times where I just wished that he'd shut up and allow me to mull in my own juices for a while.

But, nonetheless, he'd helped me get to the point where I was today: ready to go back and tell Avery the news she'd probably been dying to hear ever since the moment I left the house just a little under a week ago. 

Crazy to think that it had only been a week, when to me, it had felt as if I'd been away much longer. 

"Hey, man." Zacky greeted, jerking his head up in a greeting before he continued to scroll through his phone. He was probably nosing around on his private Instagram, scouring through all the fan pages out there. Out of all of us, Zacky was the most nosiest and always enjoyed looking on the Internet at what our fans were up to, and what rumours they were spreading about us. "There's some coffee left for you." He informed me after a moment. I nodded and placed my bag down on the kitchen table before heading over to the coffee maker and retrieving a mug from the cabinet above.