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I13I - Liar

I inhail a lot of air before speaking, "Why are you calling him?" I realized how glad I was Brian was on the shower, because who knew what Luke would've had said.

I could hear him breathing into the phone, so I held the phone away from my ear a bit to feel less uncomfortable than I already was. "Actaully, I was going to explain something to him but I'm glad you picked up instead. You should be glad you picked instead, blondie." His voice croaked. He wasn't wrong; I was glad as shit I picked up first.

"What do you want?"

"I know that you told Brian."

I froze and gripped onto the phone cord, shocked at what I just heard. How did he know? I felt intimidated and hopeless and I didn't know what to say.

"Speechless, Blondie? Speechless that I found out? You think I wouldn't?" He said, practically almost yelling. I bit my lip and just decided to ask what I needed to. I'm not even going to try to deny it, he already knows.

"How did you--"

He cut me off, "The way Brian acted when I made any kind of interaction with you, and the way he glared at me. It was obvious. He came in with his arm around you as well. I'm not stupid."

I gulp and I didn't say a word. What was there to say?

"Roger, I want you to listen closely to my words and do exactly what I say." He whispered. I gripped onto the phone so tightly that my knuckles probably became white. "W-What?" I stutter out.

"Tell Brian you were lying about the whole thing. Tell him you just didn't want to pay your bills. Tell him nothing happened between us."

I knew it was going to be something bad, I Should've prepared better for what he was going to say. I know I should have. I can't do it.

"What if I don't?" I riskingly said nervously. The other line was quiet for a moment. "Do you really want to find out?"

I opened my mouth, but I gave up on talking back. I can't get out of this. He'll do more bad things to me or even my friends. If rather save them than just leave them unprotected and unsafe. I drop the phone back onto the hatch to hang up. That's when I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. I slowly sat back down on the sofa and covered my face with my hands. He's going to hate me, and then he's going to kick me out and then I'll have to go home again and then Luke will know where I live.

I felt so vulnerable so I started to cry a bit into my hands. Please forgive me, Brian. Please forgive me. I don't want to do this.

I waited there for a few minutes and then I finally heard footsteps coming into the living room. I wipe my eyes with my shirt and uncover my face.

Brian came in completely, wearing a black robe. He sat down next to me. I cross my arms and look down at my thighs, thinking about how I was going to say it. "Hey, Rog."

I don't reply or even look up at him. "What's wrong?" He set a hand on my knee. "Everything I'm about to tell you."

"What?"

I lift his hand off of my leg and I turn torwards him. "I lied about everything, Bri." I mumble, looking at him in the eyes which was hard to do. I watched him frown and then I couldn't help but look down once again. "What are you talking about?"

"I...."

I then felt a pair of fingers on the bottom of my chin, then to lift my head up. "Look at me when you talk, Roger." His voice was already aggressive. There's no way he'll ever forgive me for this.

I push his hand away, "Luke didn't rape me. I lied because I didn't want to pay my bills."

Brian's mouth hung open and his eyebrows were scrunched together. "What the actual fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Bri. I'm so so sorry." I apologized looking at him with real fear in my eyes. He stood up without a word. "Bri--" I stood up after him but then he turned to me with the angriest face. I backed up a bit.

"I let you come live here because I didn't want Luke getting to you! What ever happened to being friends, Roger?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"What exactly did you not mean to do?! You broke my heart when you told me you got raped! And I believed it! Why are you playing with my emotions?!" He shouted, along with hand motions and starring at me with wide eyes. I look down again and tangle my hands behind my back. I could feel my face warm up nervously.

"Look at me." He croaked, with clenched fists. I look up and see tears starting to form in his eyes. "Are you joking me? Please tell me you're joking me."

I wish I could tell him it was all a joke. It's not a joke at all, but for sure I'm lying! Please see through my lies!! Aren't you supposed to be smart?

I shake my head. He sighed and cracked his knuckles.

"I want you out. I'll never forgive you for this. This isn't something you joke about. I hate you."

Those are the exact words I didn't want. I couldn't help but bawl on the spot. "YOU'RE CRYING? WHAT ABOUT ME? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?!" Brian yelled, pushing me back a bit with his hands. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LIE! YOU COULD'VE JUST TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T WANT TO PAY YOUR BILLS AND NOT JUST DRAG SOME POOR MAN INTO IT!"

I couldn't take the unrealistic blame anymore so I stormed off to his bedroom and started packing away all myself. He was behind me the entire time. "YOU KNOW I WOULD'VE HELPED YOU OUT IF YOU JUST TOLD ME NORMALLY! WHY, ROGER?"

I was still crying and I was squatted down, putting the rest of my things away. I heard Brian breathing heavily behind me. "Y-You're a dirty liar. I hate you!" He yelled, only a bit quieter than before.

I zip up my suitcase and I stand up and turn to Brian. "Shut up, Brian! Shut up! You don't know my side of the story, do you? FUCK you."

I finished before picking up my suitcase and rushing to the door. "Fine! Go then! I don't know who you are anymore! Go ahead and fuck more hoes! I don't care!" I heard him whimper out, I felt so bad after what I said. But it was the truth, he didn't know my side of the story. But did I even know his?

I threw my suitcase outside and turned to him. "I'm sorry, Brian. I'm so sorry for hurting you!"

"ARE YOU EVEN GAY? WAS THAT ALL A JOKE TOO?"

I froze then and there, offended by what he said almost. I could tell by his face he probably didn't mean that.  "Are you joking?! I kissed you, Brian is that real enough?!" I said a bit quieter because the door was still open. "Maybe you were trying to get me attracted to you to make it easier for you to stay with me!"

"That's bullshit and you know it." I point in his face, that started to run down tears. "What am I supposed to believe anymore?!"

"Not Luke, Brian. Not Luke." I tried to give him some kind of hint, without exactly telling him. "He's probably more honest than you are to me! And why are you bringing him into this?!"

He didn't get it. He couldn't get it. This is the end. The end of our friendship. I don't know what's going to happen to the band; and we probably both should have thought about that.

"Goodbye, Brian." I walked out, picked up my suitcase and stormed off down the steps and started walking down the pavement, as I had no car. I didn't hear him say any other word, but slam the door loudly.

This is all my fault.