He Cared

26

"We need to talk"

I looked up at him, completely still.

"Now, Amelia"

I slowly nodded, confused on what I did wrong. I literally did nothing wrong.

He led me back into the hotel and passed the bathroom, Dallon sadly smiling at me. Brendon opened the door and held it open for me to get all the way out of Dallon's room. Quickly, I opened Brendon and I's door, sliding into the room before the other door even closed. I nervously sat down on the bed, waiting in agony. In one swift movement, the heavy door opens, him walking into the room and stopping when he was a few feet from me.

"I-I'm really confused.. What did I do?" I stuttered, waiting for him to yell at me.

He took a deep breath, "Why did you hide it from me?"

I looked at him blankly, "What do you mean? Hide what?"

"Amelia, you know what! I found your razor blades in your bag, stop acting stupid!"

I froze. He found out, he actually found them. There was nothing I could do now, he hates me. 

"I'm sorry," I cried, tears spilling out of my eyes onto my white shorts.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?! We could have done something about it, instead of you being so fucking dumb!" He screamed.

Everything went silent. Out of nowhere, he went through my bag and grabbed my small pink box, going into the bathroom. The toilet flushed and he threw the box at me, barely missing my head.

"Next time you want to cut yourself, fucking talk to me! I'm right here, do you not trust me?!"

"Brendon, of course I trust you! You have no goddamn idea about anything you're saying! I didn't talk to you because I was scared, okay?"

"I don't have any idea about what you're saying? Oh really, bec-"

"Brendon!? Are we really fighting over this?! You should be comforting me, or talking calmly to me, what the fuck is this? You're making me not want to go to you when I need you!" I yelled, causing him to stop and stare at me.

"You know what? I'm going to go walk around for awhile. Get yourself together, and when I come back maybe we can talk calmly to each other, not fucking scream at the top of our lungs, okay? Okay" I said calmly and stood up, walking toward the door.

"Yeah, go cry to Dallon because he's the only one who cares, right? He's the only person you can talk to about this, right?" Brendon mocked.

"What the fuck?! What do you mean? You're such an asshole!"

"Don't think I don't know what's going on between you two, I know what you guys are doing behind my back!" He screamed.

"And what the hell are we doing behind your back then? Absolutely nothing because we're just friends! Can I be friends with any guy without you assuming that I'm cheating on you?"

"Of course you can! But you and Dallon are something else. You guys have talked so much, and even tonight you both were in his hotel on his BALCONY! What am I supposed to think?"

"So you don't trust me, right? Is that it?" I questioned, my hand clenching the door knob.

"Honestly, Amelia, I have no idea. You're giving me every reason to not trust you" 

My jaw dropped in surprise, "I'm not doing ANYTHING. You're assuming all of this shit, and it's so unfair, Brendon!" I yelled.

He shook his head, "How would you feel if you were me? I don't even know if we're even together anym-"

"Brendon!" I cried, "I'm not doing anything behind your back, I love you"

"I don't believe yo-"

"Have you noticed anything off with Dallon?" I questioned, tears lining my eyes waiting to break free.

"Stop changing the subj-" He started again, but I cut him off.

"Have you?" I proceeded.

"No, of course not! He's absolutely fine!" He exclaimed.

"He's absolutely not!" I mocked, "when was the last time you asked him how he was doing? If he's okay? Brendon, he doesn't know that you care about him! He's ruining himself mentally and physically, and you need to help him! All he wants is his best friend to help him through tough times, while you're over here not giving a fuck. That one time in the bus, tonight on his balcony, we were comforting each other. Tonight was more about him because he's hurting so much, but you would never know. Next time before you assume shit, talk to your best friend" I spat.

Before he could get one word in, I opened the door and left the room, the door shutting loudly. I shoved my hands in my pockets, walking down the long hallway. After I reached the end, I decided to open the door that led to the stairs and sat on them, thinking about everything that had gone down. 

I put my head in my hands. How could I have been so dumb? Maybe I should've came to him for help, but at the same time, why does he feel the need to yell at me? I thought he was going to be sympathetic, calm, actually helpful. Turns out that was the complete opposite. I love him so much, but does he really feel the same after all of this?