He Cared

33

"I can't fucking believe you!" I shouted at Dallon while the door was still closing behind Brendon.

"What did I do?" He looked at me with amusement.

"I thought we were friends! Friends don't try to ruin their other friends relationships!"

"I did none of the sorts," He smirked.

"Dallon, come on man. Why the hell would you lie to my face?" Brendon chimed in. (hehe)

"Because it was really funny to be honest," He laughed, "I do have feelings for you, Amelia, don't think that was the joke. I just wanted to see how Brendon would react"

"So everything you've ever done to me, cried, being depressed, just talking with me. Was that all a game?" I asked.

He smiled at the fact I was catching on, "yup, and it was the best thing I've ever done"

"What a sick fuck," I murmured.

"I actually thought, no, I expected you to kiss me. I know you have the same feelings toward me, and I was extremely surprised"

"No I don't, fuck you. I-I thought I finally found a friend that I could laugh with, make jokes with, or just have fun with. But you, Dallon you're so fucked up. What you did was so fucked up," I told him, slightly tearing up.

"See that emotion? It's crystal clear that you like me more than a friend. You'r-"

"SHUT UP DALLON!" I screamed.

"NO! LISTEN TO ME BITCH! I've gone through hell and back, and this is how you treat me?! I thought you wanted to help me, and now you're pulling that 'oh, you're so fucked up' shit on me. I know I'm fucked up, believe me I do. But I don't need some fucking whore telling me what I did was wrong and fucked up!"

My mouth dropped. I couldn't even bring myself to believe that was actually Dallon talking. It couldn't be. He's never even raised his voice at me, or anyone else. He used to be this pure soul. What happened?

"Dallon, what the fuck?!" Brendon yelled.

"Oh come on, she doesn't care if someone yells at her. She's used to it, right?" He looked at me with a smirk on his lips. 

I couldn't tell if I was deeply saddened, or extremely furious at that question. It all seemed to blend.

"That's not-" Brendon started, but I cut him off.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I WENT THROUGH!" I screamed at Dallon, him being completely thrown off track by my sudden outburst.

"You're right, but from what I see, you're such a bitch, a child, VERY emotional, should I go on?"

"Fuck you! I'm-"

Brendon grabbed my hand, and started leading me toward the door, obviously done with this situation.

"Yeah, take her away, please! She's such a burden on everyone around her! God, just fucking get rid of her!" Dallon yelled.

I sprinted toward his bed, wanting to get a few good punches on his dumb fucking face, but Brendon tackled me before I could get there. He started dragging me toward the door, me kicking and screaming to be let go.

"Just get out of here, Amelia! Nobody loves you anyway!"

"FUCK YOU! I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE YOU ASSHOLE! LET ME GO!"

But before I could do anything the doors opened, and several pairs of hands were pulling me out of the room. 

"Yessss! Thank youuuu," I heard Dallon's voice before the door shut completely.

The doctors and Brendon released me, and I collapsed onto the floor against the wall.

"What happened in there?" One of the nurses asked Brendon.

"Dallon isn't the guy we thought we was, he's a worthless sack of shit. Come on Milly, let's go"

I reluctantly followed him to the elevator, and eventually we were brought to the ground floor. Brendon ordered an uber, and we soon found ourselves back at the hotel we were at hours earlier. I opened the door, and immediately started bawling. I threw my head in my hands, and sat on the floor, my back to the wall.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay," Brendon kneeled down to my level, and tried to comfort me.

I just shook my head in response. Everything I thought I knew about Dallon wasn't true. I thought he was this kindhearted, emotional person who just needed someone to help him through some stuff. Turns out he was just using me for a sick game he made up in his head.

Brendon's phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He looked at the text, and his face dropped.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, it's uh.. nothing. It's nothing," he responded nervously.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? What is it?"

"It's really nothing. Zack just texted me about the show, that's all"

I could tell something was up, but decided not to pry. The door of the small hotel room flew open, and a very distressed Zack appeared.

"You couldn't of sent me a text or something that you came back here? I spent hours trying to find you guys!" He started.

"You shouldn't have left the hospital then," Brendon responded.

"Fuck you"

"Alright! Any news about the show?" I asked Zack.

"Actually, yeah. I rescheduled it for next week Friday, seeing as though we have to deal with Dallon and such"

"NEXT WEEK?!" Brendon and I said nearly in sync.

"I mean, yeah. What's the problem?"

"Dallon's cut from the band, and Kenny isn't answering his phone, so I have no idea where he is. Where and how are we going to find a bassist and guitarist and have them learn the songs in a fucking week?" Brendon told him.

"Oh shit, are you serious?"

"Goddamn it Zack," Brendon groaned.

"Well maybe if people would start telling me things, this wouldn't have happened"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever"

I slowly walked out of that conversation, and went out on the balcony. The pinkish orange colors mixed beautifully at the horizon as morning crept up. I tried my best to keep my head up, and just forget about this nights events. Then again, how am I supposed to just forget? I trusted him so much, I cared for him so much, and he does this shit to me?

Dallon deserves all that's coming to him.

A/N

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