He Cared

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"Goddamn it," Brendon muttered, "go into our bedroom, I'll take care of this"

"No, I'm staying," I said, standing my ground as he walked over to me.

"Milly, go. This is going to get loud, and most likely violent, you don't need to be in here"

"Fine. But if I hear shit being broken I'm coming back out," I told him while walking to the bedroom.

I heard him sigh, preparing for what was going to happen.

This was going to get pretty bad really fast.

*Brendon's POV*

I slowly walked over to the door, and a few more louder knocks sounded.

"I know you're in there, Brendon. You brought this on yourself bitch"

I unlocked the door, and slowly opened it, Dallon's mouth turning into a smirk.

"I brought this on myself? You're the one harassing Amelia and I!" I exclaimed, backing away from the door slowly.

Dallon shut the door behind him, and walked toward me.

"You guys just fucking left me! Not even an 'oh, I hope you feel better', or anything like that! Just left like I'm nothing to you! And you of all people should know that Amelia is in love with me. You've seen the way she looks at me, and how she cares. She doesn't love you. She just wants your wealth and fame"

"Are you sure? Cause last time I knew, she was practically begging for us to leave. She hates you. And for the record, so do I. Get the fuck out, there's nothing to talk about besides you being an awful human being, and I'd like to get back to spending time with my girlfriend," I spat, going to usher him out.

He pushed me back, nearly making me lose my balance, "I came here for more than this. I came here to give you what you deserve for treating me like shit all of these years!" He yelled.

"What the fuck have I done to you besides be a nice and caring friend?! All I've done is care about you!"

"Oh really? You never checked in on me at all. Not even when you knew I was diagnosed with depression, or anxiety, or anything. You knew all these things. You knew I started cutting. You knew I started crying every night of our last tour because all I wanted to do was die. You knew everything. But you did nothing to help me," his eyes glossed over, but he held himself together.

"Maybe I did. But I didn't want to make it worse. I didn't know how to help, if I should've talked to you, hugged you, or something like that. I thought that I would've just made everything worse. I'm so sorry"

"Yet you talk to Amelia about her problems. You help her. You hug her, tell her that everything will be okay. You never did any of that to me! I needed your help just as much as she needs yours, why couldn't you have helped me?"

Dallon started walking toward me when I didn't say anything. I started backing up, and when I was five feet away from the wall, he slammed me into it.

"You have nothing to say?" He asked, and I just nodded.

"Of course you don't. You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself," he grabbed onto my shirt collar, and threw me onto the floor.

"Do you really think throwing me around is going to solve anything?!" I yelled, Dallon towering over me.

"I guess. But to be honest, I'm just glad you're getting what you deserve. I've been waiting to do this for a long time, Brendon," He lifted his leg to my face, but I caught it inches before it hit.

"Fuck you," I looked him in his blue eyes.

His face filled with fuming anger, and he grabbed onto my neck, squeezing as tight as he could. I grabbed his hands and tried my best to pry them off, but to no avail. Seconds before I lost consciousness, I kneed him in the most sensitive place I could reach.