8 Eyes for You

33- Bad things in the Wedding

Fuck...

No...!!!

Type type type!!!

[Hidemi, are you okay?!]

It's 9 pm...and...I can't believe I took a nap...

Shit, what if he's hurt and...!!

I read over his messages again.

[...she...remembered me...]

...what does this mean? His grandma?

I sighed and rush into the bathroom. Splashing water on my face and pushing back my hair, I exhaled. "...I'm too scared..."

...

For that night, I kept texting him. He didn't reply.

Each text felt like it was adding minutes to the clock. Each minute felt like more anxiety sitting on top of me.
...and thinking about him...made me miss him more. 

I'm so sorry, Hidemi.
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.
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I love you so much....I'm...always going to appreciate the small things you did for me...

...and I'm sorry for acting like a selfish kid. Shit...

I waited and waited. Nothing. I...I don't want to wait...

What if he's hurt more than what he says...

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Manager and Jeremy talk quietly and they look at me. Manager sighs and begins, "What the hell happened?" His words hit me in silence, "You and Dock...what happened?"

I looked away down at my hand. Bandages wrapped around my hand from the scraps and cuts. Thank god it wasn't my right hand, I would be screwed if it was.

Jeremy cried before, his eyes were red along with his nose. He kept sniffing quietly in the corner seat. "Hidemi..."

I'll be honest...

...Dock and I almost got into a fight. He also got others into the fight as well. He was drunk and he got...

...ugh...this is why I don't like being his wingman as he drinks. "It wasn't me, okay? It was Dock...he was being stupid and he wouldn't let me get him sober up and...yeah..." I sighed, the thought of it almost kills me. Drunk friend's issues and how they're not always happy with their lives...it's disappointing. "I don't even know what happened...he just...got more angry at me."

"You should've told us, Hidemi." Manager scolds me, crossing his arms and looks down at me. That look...a look that says I'm disappointed. "We all know that Dock can't control his liquor, yet you think you can?"

"What the fuck! I don't think that way!!" I yelled, "He said he wouldn't drink but he did!! Do you think I have control of him to make him stop? He doesn't even give a damn about me when he's drunk and you're yelling at me for not controlling him?! You tell him that! YOU FUCKING TELL HIM THAT BECAUSE HE'S THE ONE WHO PUNCHED ME AND ALMOST ATTACKED ME!!"

"Hidemi–!!" Manager stops. He groans and looks at Jeremy, "Do you have anything to say, Jeremy?"

Silence.

His breath gets heavy and he smiles...sadly. "Why does this have to happen when...we're almost close to going back to Japan and South Korea...and somehow we have to bail out Dock." Jeremy covers his mouth and scrunches his hair. "How are we going to this?"

"How?" Manager glares at Jeremy. "Most of our company workers and even the CEO is disappointed in us for not taking responsibility!"

"You mean you..." I mumbled and looked at Manager, "Most of us didn't even know that would happen, you can't just blame us for not knowing..." I lay against my pillow, I looked at my phone and picked it up.