Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 24: Give Me All Your Posion

Brendon's POV

I pace back and fourth across Dallon's dressing room within the venue and my nails being bitten as far as my fingers would let me. I had asked Zack if we could stay here until Dallon was found instead of going to look for him because God knows where he is and what he's up to.

I shouldn't have let him leave. I watched him burst out with anger as I just stared at him blankly and confused. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have seen Ryan again, it only promoted this whole mess, his entire scheme.

I hear a faint door slam and harsh footsteps come my way. The door is forced open by Spencer who is guiding Dallon over his shoulder as he stumbles along in my direction.
What was wrong with him?

Dallon pushes himself off Spencer and slowly stumbles in front of me. He wreaked of booze and sweat. He stared at me for a while with his droopy and tired eyes, barley being able to keep them open. He lets out a mild chuckle and smirks still leaving me confused.

SMACK

"What the hell was that!?" I spit out rubbing my stinging cheek.

He throws his hand at me, attempting to push my chest but he's too weak.
"This is all your fault. Do-do you heaaaaaar me? Yours!"

Now that you say that I feel even worse. Don't you think I know this is my fault? The pain and the lies I have had to go through were all thrown on you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I love you and I didn't mean for this to happen. Don't you know that I'm truly sorry?

But I didn't say that. Instead I just stared as he began to tear up again. He broke my heart a little more every time he blinked causing a tear to roll down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." He said under his breath.

"I know."
I meant to say I was sorry too, but I didn't want to admit it. Not like this, not when he's not going to remember it.

"Dal?" I ask softly prompting his head up with the bottom face of my hand.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go. You need I rest and we'll finish this up in the morning." I felt weird. Nothing that I said came out sympathetic, it was so bitter and dry. I felt the affection towards him but it wouldn't seen like it if you heard me.

He nods and proceeds to grab the half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. He tasks a swig and cringes as the burning sensation runs through his throat. I wasn't used to him drinking. It was depressing because I knew he never drank for pleasure, he only drank to forget. He drank to forget what he had gone through, what mess he was in, what mess I put him in.

He stumbles along through the hallway, one hand guiding himself along the wall, the other loosely gripping the bottle. The bitter soul that I was today- I didn't help him through. A few more sips of whiskey and steps later we make it onto the bus where he then turns and faces me near our bunks. He softly kisses my lips and I stay still. I wanted to kiss back, but-but I couldn't. He falls down trying to hold onto the side of the bunk, but manages to catch himself into the bottom bunk. Before I know it he's passed out unknowing of the wonderful first time hangover he was going to experience.

I hope this doesn't happen again- I won't let it. This wasn't Dallon. It was a depressed twenty eight year old that had just almost cheated on his boyfriend, who almost cheated on him with the same ex-boyfriend. And it was all because of me.