(Not) Your Guardian

15- Final Fight Before The Fall

A/N- My friend's dad gave me his old electric guitar FOR FREE!! I'm so so excited I just had to share that with you guys, that's it in the picture above. That thing is older than me which I find amusing for some reason, but yeah it has a few scratches and such but that's ok, it just gives it character

The next couple of days my anger towards Brendon did not disappear, it remained consistent and strong. I had never felt this much anger towards him before, not even when I was in the hospital.

All of my frustrations had bubbled up and formed a burning fire of anger and hatred. It's going to take a lot to extinguish those flames.

I was coming back from work and saw that my apartment door was once again ajar. I can't slide the deadbolt in place when I'm not inside the apartment obviously, so all that was there were the two locks that are easy to pick.

I grumbled under my breath and stormed into my apartment looking for any damage done. I halted when I got to the living room, because there sat Brendon nervously running his hands through his hair.

He looked up when he heard me walk into the room and before he could say a word I started yelling at him.

"What the fuck Brendon? You don't just break into people's apartments; I know you have enough common sense to know that! What are you even doing here?! I figured I made it clear that unless you're willing to really apologize and start bettering yourself I don't want to be around you!"

"I know, I know, Dallon I'm sorry. But I knew you wouldn't answer the door if I knocked and I have to talk to you. Can you please just sit down and hear me out? Please?"

I let out a huff of air and begrudgingly sat on the arm of the couch, on the opposite side of Brendon. Crossing my arms over my chest, I simply looked at him, waiting for him to carry on.

"Ok, I know I've been a total asshole to you in the past, I realize that, and I'm sorry. I really mean it, you didn't deserve any of the shit I dished out on you. But, I don't want to change from how I am right now. I like my friends. I like my life style. And I'm not going to compromise that simply because it's what you think is best for me."

I clenched my jaw tightly and ground my teeth; he still doesn't get it.

"Brendon," I began softly through clenched teeth, "the way you're living right now is not healthy. All the alcohol you drink is going to completely destroy your liver and you're getting beat up almost every single night because you say stupid words when you're drunk, and then your friends ditch you and just leave you to get mugged by strangers. You've gotten off easy with bruises, split lips, and bloody noses, but what happens when someone causes you serious damage? Breaks your ribs, ruptures something, knocks you out and leaves you there?"

At this point I stood from the couch and started pacing as an attempt to help keep my voice level and even. Brendon was refusing to meet my eyes.

"You'd be stranded in a back alley and probably wouldn't be found until morning because your friends wouldn't be around to look for you. And depending on what happened to you, morning might be too late. Every time you go out, you're risking it being your last time. I'm not saying to never go out, get drunk, and party. I'm just saying that when you do you at least need friends who won't leave you and who will actually look out for you, friends who give a shit about your well-being."

Without meeting my eyes, Brendon mumbled out a response. "I don't get why you care so much. If you'd just let go of the past everything would be fine. Things will work out in the end."