Chasing Butterflies- Ryden

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--Brendon--

I left the hospital when Ryan fell asleep again, a couple hours from when he woke up. The hours we spent together were full of soft innocent kisses, long gazes into each others eyes, ideas, plans, questions, and wonders.

Its six o'clock in the morning. Its Sunday, so I have to go to church today. It starts in three hours, which is enough time for me to get ready.

No, its more than enough. I want to see Dallon first.

Dallon Weekes. He was the kindest, most gentle soul I've ever met. And now it seems like he's be transformed into some kind of monster because of jealousy and hatred. He almost killed Ryan. Of course I'm mad at him. But I'm not sure if I should forget or forgive. Remember, forgetting is not forgiving. In this situation, I don't think I'll ever forget what he did. But I just can't ignore him. He's my friend, and I shouldn't just abandon him when he needs help.

I run to the police department and walk through the doors. There's a officer standing behind a desk at the entrance, and I walk up to him.

"I'm here to see Dallon Weekes." I say, and he nods and hurries off. I wait a few minutes and he comes back.

"Dallon has decided that he wants to see you. Follow me." The officer says, and I do.

I'm guessing assaulting someone is a minor crime, since he's being held in the department's jail. You see, there's a difference between prison and jail is that prison is for major crimes. Like murder. In prison, they keep you there for more than a year. In jail, its less than a year. Jail is for minor crimes. Its temporary, basically.

Ever seen those movies where the person who committed the crime is on one side of the glass wall and the visitor is on the other side and they communicate through the phone? Thats what I'm seeing right now.

Dallon sits in a small plastic chair behind the glass wall, and he looks tired. He has bags under his eyes, and he's frowning. I sit in the plastic chair in front of him and pick up the phone.

He picks up the phone, too, and the first thing he says is, "Help."

"How do you want me to help?" I ask.

"I don't remember anything last night. I don't even know why I'm in here." He looks at me with a worried expression, "Bren, what did I do?"

I sigh, running my free hand through my hair, "Well, you went to Ryan's house and you made him walk with you to my house. Also, you were drunk. You warned him to stay away from me, and then you threw a pebble at my window. As soon as I opened the window and you saw looking at you, you smashed your beer bottle on his head, and he blacked out. He's in the hospital now."

"Is he alright?" He asks, eyes wide and complete shock on his face.

"Yes, he's alright. He's just bruised." I say.

Dallon shakes his head, "I can't believe I did that."

"I can. You were acting all crazy and jealous ever since I've showed affection to Ryan. And I know that you like me, but you went too far. Its time to just get over me." Tears start to form in his eyes, "Your parents are bailing you out. Bye, Dal. I'll see you soon." I say, hanging up on the phone.

He begins to cry, letting the phone drop to the ground. The guards take him back to where ever he's staying at, and I leave the police department, my heart breaking and shattering into a thousand pieces.

--

"Where were you?" My mother whispers angrily.

"Visiting a friend." I say, sliding into the pew, and pressing a finger to my lips, silencing her.