If It Kills Me 》Andrew Siwicki x OC x Brendon Urie

TWENTY-SEVEN; drunk driver

I closed the door behind me and found Hayley standing on the front porch with her hands on the sides of her head. I slowly walked out in front of her and saw she was crying.

I didn't know what I could say or should say in that moment to comfort Hayley. Before I could do anything, Hayley bombarded me with a hug. I wrapped my arms around her in hopes to make her feel at least a little bit better.

We were there for a few minutes of just standing there, wrapped in a tear filled hug. I honestly felt so bad for Hayley because I knew she loved Brendon a lot, but he just broke her heart by saying the wrong thing. After what seemed like years, Hayley let go and wiped her face dry.

"Hayley, I honestly have no idea how to make this situation any better for you, but I know you probably wouldn't want to be here any longer. If you want, I can let you crash at my place or something. If there is anything, anything at all, that I can do to help you, just tell me."

"I-... I think I'll g-go stay w-with my frie-end M-Morgan. I don't m-mean to b-be rude or anyth-thing b-but I j-just um...." She said with small hiccups causing her stutter.

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I get it. Just um.... Here," I pulled two 100 hundred dollar bills from my wallet and held them out for her to take. "Take this and, uh, yeah...."

"I c-can't take this from y-you, Dallon."

"Hayley, just take it. Go, I can get someone to pack your stuff and bring it to you. I just need you to get out of here, okay?" I gave Hayley a sad smile.

"Fine, b-but I owe you w-one," Hayley took the money and I walked her to her car. She climbed in and started it up. "Th-thank you, Dallon."

"No problem, now go before he sees you," I told her. Hayley rolled up her window and drove away. Brendon would probably hate me for helping her leave instead of giving him the chance to apologize. But that might have caused even more problems.

I heard the front door open and turned to see Brendon walk out, followed by Dan. Brendon wasn't mad at all, his face was covered in pure sadness. He walked up to me, and I had expected to get hit in the face, but Brendon really just kept his head down a little bit.

"That was her, wasn't it?" Was all he had to say to me.

"Yeah....." I said. I really wanted to tell him how mad I was at him for doing that to Hayley and getting mad at her when he could have just taken it out on me or someone. I would have expected him to take it out on anyone but Hayley, in all honesty.

"Why the hell did I just stand there?" Brendon asked himself. "God! Why didn't I just stop her from leaving?!? Why did I say anything at all?!?" Brendon punched himself a few times before I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Brendon. Brendon! Stop!" He loomed at me and I let go of his arm. "This isn't something you beat yourself up for. I mean, yeah, you definitely said the wrong thing, but shit! You don't need to do physical harm to yourself! Give her time. Talk to her when you both feel ready. Okay?"

Brendon sighed heavily. "Can you guys just go? Both of you? Please. I need some time to think."

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't do anything stupid, Bren," I told him as Dan and I got into our cars and drove away. I ended up going the same way Hayley did because that just so happens to be towards my house.

About half way home, I saw a familiar car surrounded by police cars and ambulances. I slammed on the breaks and parked my car a little ways away. I ran down to the scene and found Hayley sitting on the back of an open ambulance, wrapped in a blanket with blood running down the side of her face.

I tried to get through to her, but officers pushed me away until Hayley stood up and said to them, "No no no, it's okay. He's here for me." The officers let me pass and I ran over to Hayley.

"Hayley, are you okay? What happened?" I asked in a panic. (Stop quaking.)

"I don't know, this drunk driver just came out of nowhere and hit my car head on. It isn't completely destroyed, but-...."

"Well thank god you're okay. Are you hurt?" I inspected her to make sure she was alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just cut my forehead a little, that's all," I saw the now drying blood on the right side of her face, then the bandage covering the wound.

"Jesus, I saw your car in the ditch and I got so fucking scared. Do you need a ride over to Morgan's place? Because I can get your car to a repair place too."

"Yeah, that would be nice," Hayley said. "I just need to get like permission or whatever to tow my car out of here."

"Yeah, that would make sense."