Restrain Me #WATTYS2019

-dirty laundry-

June 5 2007

I sped to Sloan's, my blood boiling as I imagined how bad the boys must look. Fighting here in Cleveland wasn't just some punches and it's over, it was never pretty. I took a deep breath as I pulled into the driveway of Sloan's home and ran in the house.

"Where the fuck is he?" I barked at Brandon, who had a swollen face with blood covering his shirt. Sloan looked just as pissed as I felt as she pointed to the bathroom. I didn't even knock, I threw the door open seeing him bent over the sink, blood pouring out of his nose. "Colson what the fuck where you thinking?" I growled as I opened the cabinet under the sink, pulling out two tampons. I quickly unwrapped them and shoved them up his nose.

"Amelia I'm sorry I know you were having-" I cut him off my pushing him towards the toilet.

"Shut up and sit." I growled again as I pulled out the first aid kit Sloan always kept under her sink. "Sloan bring Brandon in here. I'm not bitching twice." I called as I began cleaning the cuts on Colson's face. Brandon walked in, his head down as I shot daggers at him.

"Amelia we didn't go look-" I put my hand off, cutting Brandon off as Sloan pushed him out of her way.

"You two both know how to avoid a fight, and I'm very fucking sure you-" I pointed at Colson, who wouldn't even look at me. "Were pissed about my lunch plans and went looking for someone to take it out on. How many fucking times have I had to say enough of the fucking fighting?" I ran a hand through my hair as I kept cleaning Colson's face making sure to do it as painfully as possible for him.

"I'm sorry." Colson whispered softly as I made him look me in the eye. "I was pissed. You went out and I couldn't be mad at you for wanting to do your own thing. I just- I fucked up. I'm sorry Princess." I started to feel my anger subside, but I still couldn't get over the fact that he knew I'd come rushing to his aid.

"I made him call you. He didn't want to make you leave Jackson." Sloan said from behind me. "I couldn't clean him up like you could, and I wanted him to get his ass chewed by the person he needed to hear it from." I looked down at the broken Wild Boy I cared so much for. Why would he go do this to himself. I quickly remembered what he had told me just days before. How he would get high to forget me. I looked down at him, checking his arms and seeing the red spots.

"Colson you're coming with me." I growled as I put everything back and pulled the tampons from Colson's nose. He didn't say anything, he walked straight out of the house and into my moms car.

"Thank you. Have fun drilling this one. Love you girl." I hugged Sloan tightly before quickly going to my car seeing Colson slumped in the passenger seat. I reached for my purse, pulling out my "emergency only" joint and lit it, handed it to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again, this time I knew he wasn't talking about the fight.

"Are you hungry?" I couldn't touch the subject right now, I had to drive us safely back home before I would unleash on him.

"Uh yeah." He said confused as I pulled into the same restaurant, this time going through the drive thru.

"Two number fours and an extra large fry. Both with coke." I rambled to the lady over the speaker before pulling up to the window and paying her.

"Amelia?" I turned my head fast seeing Brent and Jackson. Fuck me in half not again. Colson looked over at me and passed me the j, which I smoked like a cigarette watching them walk up to my car. Colson rolled his window down making Jackson chuckle. "Ah you stole my girl by getting fucked up?" I glared hard at Jackson as the lady handed me the drinks and food.

"Jackson step away from my car. Now." I growled staring into his eyes. "I'm not your girl. He didn't get fucked up he's just fine and I made the choice to go to him. He comes first. Get used to it." I sneered as I pulled out of the parking lot, Colson laughing softly in the passenger seat. "I wouldn't be laughing yet you've got a world of heat coming your way." I spat at him, he quickly shut his mouth, munching on the fries.